My words are few but are my hearts truth

And whispering comes within a surprise

I won’t echo your mistakes

For truthfully found are my misgivings

And into the winds I utter my longings

Privately standing before my god

Hearing him listen to that I’ve learned

He hears what I say and makes his decisions

Anxiously awaiting the answers rendered

In patience, in privacy, in humbled transgressions

And should he say, no, I continue forward

Gratefully because he may have saved me ~ again from tomorrow

@2018 BoJenn