resting in promises I know to be true,
even when everything around me -- things once certain
seem dim and confusing.
summer rain, sheltered on the porch
winding down to september
junejulyaugust whirlwind, crossing states
leaving the city, coming back
steady, constant, across time zones
cycles and seasons:
a path perfectly traced out,
entirely mapped out,
completely figured out.
"send out your light and truth
and let them lead me"
there's nothing like a good summer rain
and gazing at good design in an aviary
with husband and daughter
family of three
a path perfectly traced out,
no gray,
no inbetween
just perfection.
