anchors down
spirits buoyed
by community
Safe Harbor
The River
I let
the current carry
all my worry away
So Often Forgotten
time carries
me through my
transgressions of faith
Amidst Darkness
color and light
salve to the worried
world
Three Posts
At the edge of the woods
stand three posts on which to hitch
your worries, your troubles, your cares.
You’ll find you won’t need them when you return.
Foreshadow
A certain crispness has crept into the air
and something heavy now weighs on Tom’s mind
a distant worry that has been hunting him.
Balm
There is no room for worry
amidst all the color and beauty.
Come and stay awhile.
Big Rock
Sit on the big rock
in the sunshine by the river.
Let the water wash your worries away.
Let the birds sing the song in your heart.