Precept

My heart a stretched out rubber band

here is hopes lying in my hand

tattered, unruly yet with iron will

If only love’s gained by lying still.

………

Your voice echoes to me – the song is whole

ripples and chilled breeze till the soul

I turn in terror, with fear i’ll find

chips and splatters of the mind.

………..

A new way opens – certainty and trust

spirit doors close slam, car door rust

spurred black boots find the floor

and nothing compares – to that roar