Thoughtful Splendor

Verse had come to grief ashore her mind
A fable taut with doubt and thunder
Words and wishes her heart did have
But less to action the soul would turn
Perhaps, she thought, I am defective
A doll incarnate, no path is mine
The others swim while I sit by
My wings reserved to bring me home
Trust is bought on faith and credit
Cancel all the hearts to date
None but yours to mine can smile
A bond within is shared by grace
God is here, no name is needed
A breath, a touch, a thought is given
To you I bring a laugh, a question
Save my story, the end is yours
The page is turned on thoughtful splendor
Blessings tallied, we are the winners
The lead horse, Doubt, he is driven
You and I, we have the reins.

© 2011.