Wandering in finite moments.

Where?

Where can I go?
Where should I be
When “this” has never worked for me?
I should not ask
There’s no one here
An answer will not just appear.

I need to learn
This time I will
I’m swallowing the bitter pill.
It wasn’t me
I follow God
To do that now is rather odd.

Familiar themes
No longer play
I never thought I’d ever say.
But it’s just true
Somewhere inside
Ever grateful for the ride.

Just breathe the air
It’s meant for you
Everyone without a clue.
I hit the trail
I’ll walk alone,
Once was planted, now has grown.

John H. Bidwell