Rudder Twenty

Way out in open water with plenty of time to think.


No birds overhead, just rhythmic indifference unscathed uninterrupted by my wandering mind’s presence.


Today’s lesson is never let go of the invisible anchor within regardless of rain’s concrete fists.


Taking heed of pride or misdirection, better respect the lighthouse I’m called to.

I’ll be sorry if I nonchalantly dismiss guidance home.


In unsteady concrete buildings constructed in my head breaking down, I’m exposed wide open without excuse can not play victim secluded here.


God stares, he awaits my choices, on standby for my voice, will I hold my flawed peace, or dare to seek guidance?

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