Shoot for the stars
The ones
You cannot see
They are out there
Faith is the proof
Of the unseen

Don't fret over
Silly perfection
God always lets weeds
amongst his roses
More attractive to
Bees, birds,
And butterflies

Worry not
for morrow's arrival
And watch your
Load of baggage
Traveling lightly
As I have told
Your brother

Love all you do
Take love too
For it will
Guide you
Straight outta
Any kinda hell

©  2017 Jim Davis