Could I sort these thoughts like clothes?
These harried emotions like socks?
And put them in their drawers
And never count the costs
Of leaving loves behind.
Of carving out new dreams
And being so surprised
At the common, precious things.
Could I put them in their places
My mind into some palatable
To drench the world in color
To name distinctive trails
Land marked with faith and wonders
And never fear to fail?
Oh, Father, give me courage!
And, Lover of my soul,
Lead me wherever You wish me
[But, let there be waterfalls!]