soften in
One’s destination is never a place, but always a new way of seeing things.
— Henry Miller
Who sits with the knowing that God’s belief in you is even stronger than yours in Him?
Nothing capsized, except my composure
running full tilt towards my future
with my heart on my sleeve
the sizzling summer sun setting
on my illusions of control
I trip and fall into my own shattered illusions
I wander crowded hallways
singing a few hallelujahs
‘I could have been a contender’ (Brando voice)
long lostness slaps me in the face
(It is what it is added to each line of the 23rd Psalm)
hot, wet swamp water
quicksands my day
I go down without any blazing guns
there is no glory in my aura
I have found the hard edge of my least comfortable zone
sitting on a sore spot
with nowhere to go
After this day is done
I gratefully find my polka dot sheets
even in this place out of the mainstream
mania rules these days and nights
I embrace the whole shebang
tho some days it’s a struggle to remember my name
much less yours
tomorrow comes early with everything I need
God always patiently waiting to kiss my freckled nose
softening my heart with murmurs of love
and tells me everything is going to be alright
😘
Amy Lloyd
life: acoustic & amplified 