Trees in the breeze
Sun on the skin
Love in the heart

Quiet contentment—
Filled with a subtle hunger
For what tomorrow will bring

Knowing, without thought
That everything will be ok.

Nothing wrong,
Nothing right.

But everything
Perfectly,
Peacefully
And quietly-
Okay
Today.

And full of pleasure
In what rests ahead.

The sky is heavy,
with moon to-night.
Pregnant with moon,
To-night.

Soon, tomorrow will come --

A fresh new day,
Full of Light
and Life.

I am my father's daughter

Let me rejoice!
For just a breath,
In the simple truth

That this is enough.

Half way
Presents two choices
Easeful - down
Or challenge - up
I think I’ll take the ladder.

As time fades
the light of omnipotence
into dull hues of frailty

I turn to God, instead.
He will make it all okay.

As my mother did
When, as a child
I crawled into her arms
And all my troubles went away.

It is far more challenging
To return again

Than it is,
Simply to stay
All the while.

Despite the trouble
This staying contains.

I imagine
Forgiveness
As a fountain,
Always running...

Regardless of  
the thirsty, poor -
- always taking

Always pure,
Regardless of corruption,
from the ignorant,
innocent youth.

We have all taken
what is not ours
and given
what we should have
kept to ourselves.

But forgiveness,
in her faithful way,

Never stops
producing more
chances to
Triumph.