A prayer

Truss by tradition

living by pre-defined faith...

Fed with needed grace

like a child sustained, 

for 22 long years...

Now struggling to follow... 

To obey...

To live by ways You did.

Walking through faith... 

and now sustained by love...

Yet like a child,

I stumble

I cry

I long for a hand.

Teach me to endure

Guide me with my walk

I am blinded with my past

yet my future belongs to You...

The mystery of the broken

As the cold wind dash

the serenity of the earth embraces the unstable

promising hope,

assuring faith...

But just like any broken soul

fragility deems distrust.

carrying such soul 

wretched the hearth... 

curses! to all the broken

and pity for their soul... 

nurture the dying hearth...

give it all there is.

for even the wind 

nor the caring earth...

will give the broken 

nothing...

but sheer distrust.