Door closed, the load lifts.
Five prayers hold the day in place;
the road opens wide.
#948 On Grand Dreams
Youthful dreams, once grand:
just my selfish ambition
dressed in noble robes.
#947 On Sheltering Hands
Sheltering hands hold —
those same hands can also wound.
Bitter truths are mine.
#946 On Futures Patiently Unfolding
Earnest truths now told
With bold honesty; our futures
Patiently await.
#945 On Last Minute Calls to Duty
With little notice,
still the room fell into place.
Quiet pride settles.
#944 On Doubts and Trust
A quiet desk, still—
doubt drifts like an empty page.
New paths ask for trust.
#943 On Quieter Days
Quiet days, full heart —
Graced by God’s boundless fortune,
Freedom takes new form.
#941 On Strange Lingering
Leaving, yet lingering —
the self keeps two doors open,
neither fully shut.
#940 On Moments Held Close
Children at play, free—
one more moment slips like sand,
I hold this hour close.
#939 On Noontime Gloom
No clouds, no blue sky
Flagrant crimes obscure the sun
Noontime gloom pervades.