#421 On My Pocketful of Prayer

In silent hours of early morn I wait
As coming dawn presages Life’s rude trials
I lie awake, regarding Fortune’s bait
These dwindling hours deride my fraught denials
I must away to face Life’s ruthless glare
No sword, no shield, just pocketful of prayer.

On Tantrums

It took me these many years 
living in this world like a lost stranger 
to finally learn

That so much of what you get out of this life 
is about how much you badly want it 

Every tantrum
is a grasping at treasure. 

On New Pathfinding Adventures

A new adventure beckons you, young man
One that you must accept with brave, bold heart
'Tis time to test what you cannot and can
For thus we learn the meaning and the art
   Of Life, this existential trial and test
   To glory Him before our final rest.