worried
for the ways ahead
a pathway through the dark
where whispers
surely gather
me to home
memories
and might have beens
grace in stories
written
drawn upon my heart
by places known

lay for me
a softer place
just beyond the winter
love is come
and I
resolved to these
the way was mine
as life became
more my soul shall carry
grieving all
shall bring me
to my knees

tho surely this
for all I keep –
the worth
is worth the weighting
for just beyond
are spirits bound
by truth
reminders of forever
one more day
where spring endures
while here I kneel
– grateful for
each bruise

. . .