He makes my heart leap
But i’m so very careful of the rocks
In the distance I see the lush
greenness of the vineyard.
The roots true. The vines ripe
Do I have faith in the landscape?
It still looks abstract from here.
I walk on with my shoes of hope
wearing clear blue skies and a
thawed out soul.
Still I worry about a change in
the weather, falling into a ravine
My spirit like a sacred dare
challenges me to forget my fears,
to journey on deeper into what
could become less or more.
His voice in the distance
permeates my darker self until
all I see is sunlight.
Who can say what dust will bring?
Wine or a cloud spun our of
For now the light glimmers
How freeing it is branching
it’s way out into the unknowns.