My soul longs to worship
a worthwhile goal.
Lesser dreams fill my imagination.
My unguided mind falters.
I stumble once again.
I see many grooves in front of me.
Most are very small.
However, together they form a chasm.
I know progress lives in my courage.
I balk when I come to the edge.
I learned long ago that
I only need a tiny seed of faith.
Such faith can grow into a powerful oak.
It can bridge even the deepest crevasse.
I will move forward, if only I would ask.
email: W. Wayne B.
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