Finding Faith and Taking Flight

Faith grows where darkness covers

blue despair that blindly hovers

Lending light to the black hollow

giving promise to the slated sorrow

Lifting spirits from grey to white

until we find our guiding light

Finding Heart

If my pencil pierces your heart

 then I was dutifully lead to purpose

if it has merely brushed the surface

 then I must find a sharper tool

Trust Where I Lead

Remnants are small pieces of something larger
There is nothing one can do to collect these scraps and reproduce what was once there in full scale

This, a reality I grapple with each day

Beneath the flab of my forearms is a swimmers stroke

Weakened with age but having traversed extensive miles,
 I'm well traveled and ready to conquer the strongest current life throws
Among the perimeter of my thighs is the power of a once steadfast runner

Who could plod through a course with the dedication of a soldier,
slower than most but ready to stay the course

Buried amidst the rolls and creases of my midsection is the core of who I have always been
A person indulgent in excess but always ready to absorb the slights directed at others

Embroiled in my brain is a complex path that's fighting to pave the way
Within the grasp of my hands is the guidance I offer anyone willing to take hold and
Trust where I lead