from His to mine own heart

Dreams flash before my eyes

on a Thursday morning ride

when life suddenly slowed down

on a week seeming not to end.


I’m left wondering why

all of a sudden

this place feels like home again

I’m finally not outside looking in.


Is it another trick?

It is another trap?

Or is this how it should feel

when you’re finally learning to trust?


Walls fall down

Hands unclench, arms relax

Opening up to hear what is

from His to mine own heart.


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