Trust
Sometimes to heal
we have to travel far & wide
within the interior of our being,
digging deep,
unearthing old experiences,
imprints from previous voyages,
on the long long road to freedom.
Do not give up hope
oh weary traveler!
All the tools you need
are within your reach,
patience, fortitude, wisdom
fall from the sky
& drop in your lap,
in your stillness & your pacing,
in your sleeping & your waking,
we are here,
your angel, your guide, your god, your solace,
close your tired eyes,
& trust.
Stephen Gospage
Thu 23rd Feb 2023 07:40
I love the way this flows seamlessly, Hélène. A hopeful, reassuring poem.