“Trust in most” – is it true?
Does that most include you?
In this sea of many
When does most become few?
“Trust in most” – does it say?
Is it now, here today?
When it lands in my hands
Is this card good to play?
“Trust in most” – but how high?
What is too far to fly?
Will I fall at a wall
And hit an unseen lie?
Fragile with a chance of rainbows
Flat glass somehow bending light
Reflected like blue icy shadows
Create a rainbow just from white
Prism altering life’s sight
Tiny with a chance of greatness
Mere speck somehow growing broad
Blossomed like a trusted promise
Create a flower from sun and sod
Seed sown on the path we trod
Quiet with a chance of power
Small drops somehow making seas
Washed in like unfailing clockwork
Create the tide for centuries
Oceans bring life on their breeze
Sometimes you fight by standing strong
Speak out against everything wrong
But sometimes fighting walks away
Your absence speaks when you can’t stay
When you put in your heart and soul
Letting go can take its toll
You have to pick up each strewn piece
Find what to keep and to release
Moving on still hurts, it’s rough
Releasing those deep bonds is tough
But faithful service is worth the cost
And love freely shared is never lost
Deep, dark, great expanse
Lies stretched out around me
Dotted with distant stars
Almost too far to see
Many mirrors, a mirage
Who knows what’s there, really
Space sealed into time
Someone lost the key
Images float by
Fact, fiction all collide
Reality warped
Reach for ropes to guide
Dark universe of night
Where can I hold on
Time slips through my hands
Wait through dark til dawn
Sunshine gold feathers fanning delicately
Cloud-like poofs of great pillowy down
Vibrant eyes reflecting the green world
Rosy comb pinnacled in a crystalized crown
Sun breaking, hens stir on the 2×4 roosts
Eagerly tumble out when the door starts to rise
Chirrup over bits of corn, calling unseen chicks
Fuss over egg laying like each was a prize
Afternoons spent exploring the green thatchy lawn
Dust baths in the barn dirt, bugs in the garden
Snuggling and purring in my lap being petted
Sneaking into the mudroom when the door is left open
First on the roost at dusk, evening call
Cluck and squawk and settle together for nightfall
That was Buttercup, my dear golden hen
Walking on a bridge so high
Finding footholds in the sky
So much to lose, so far to fall
But not crossing will lose it all
Sunset light is fading fast
Don’t know how long time will last
Thin tangled railings line the way
That must be crossed here, now, today
On this bridge I only see
The churning water under me
I can’t see, but still I know
That there are strong supports below
They’re grounded in the solid rock
And to the shore they safely dock
So I have no need to dread
If I will keep my eyes ahead
Looking back in clearer skies
I see the trapeze crystalize
To form a backdrop, solid ridge
That guides me on to the next bridge
