If God granted all my prayers how miserable I would be .

I collect my bag of worn out bones and  
raise up from amongst
my earthly grave
and stumble across the data page
knowing not what I have or have not made

The flames of change
consumed my past

Left no time to think
about what was last

No time to plant a life
Not while the clouds so raced

I said hello and goodbye
to all I faced

Like the tumble **** strong

Blown across Texas plains
I tumbled for oh so long

Remaining untamed

Now there is sand underneath
Not a reason to plant my feet

I never planted roots of relief
And now there are none to seek

As I stand in the nourishing light
of midday
I drink in the sun
and bask in it’s warmth
with gratitude

Over the years

How love defined

Refined

By times

Lonely eyes

As mine

Are forced

To lie  

Within sight

Of my hearts

many faces