[written June 18]
Steps through dew-flecked grass trample lost stories.
The gnats forming vague clusters on the lawn
Are only thoughts hovering in the back of my mind.
The firefly that floats above my head reminds me of bright times
When sunset was the herald to peaceful rest.
Rocks like icebergs sunken into ground mark places
Where friendship kept my head above rushing waters of emotion.
Hidden fields of beauty appear as I venture father
Into what chills me, grabs me, and tangles my path.
Between scattered wildflowers and friendly trees, I stand
Knowing I would regret dreaming more than deciding to forget.
The fear of man lays a snare, but whoever trusts in the LORD is safe.