Poem – Forge
November 2, 2024Poem – Home
November 2, 2024Missing in action
in motions of life.
Looking for safety
while not understood.
All is confusion.
In a free for all
freefall. Spinning,
not knowing the way.
Inside, outside,
upslide down.
Just needed to be held,
but there was no one,
no one to trust.
Yet I didn't know it
'til God met me
in the arms of my grandson,
and then I knew
being held, while . . .
Singing the psalms,
I held him and he held me.
In a deep and powerful
embrace, we were
Healed from a part
of me missing.