Rapids whirl within

Oars pace try to keep

Anchor in the bank

Follow me downstream

Words spoken not meant

Care shown not intended

Amidst the flight

Thoughts finally hold

Who am I to question
Price to pay for belief

Talking of all that hurts

Never was what ails me

As I slow and my acts gather

Expectation, honest creed

Past behind far behind

Self centers now are to be

Comments: 8

elizabeth evans Mar 10, 2010, 5:41pm UTC

Beautiful.

Thanks for sharing with Angels on Pillows.

Satya Jell Mar 10, 2010, 7:56pm UTC

Thanks Elizabeth. Glad you liked it.

Alicia Ellison Grant Mar 12, 2010, 1:37pm UTC

Very well written and expressed.

Satya Jell Mar 12, 2010, 5:40pm UTC

Thanks Alicia