Once decided, the leaving? No question.
Disgusted with the way things were,
Gladly, I set out, joined the procession—
Resolute, no hardship would deter.
But having begun the narrow, upward climb—
Stifled, stumbling my footing unsure
I look ‘round for help, for any sign,
Any assurance, I'll arrive, endure.
I'll manage myself; I'll hedge my bets;
Reduce my risk, leverage my best;
Trust what I know; what my getting gets--
That my will be done, in my resting rest.
Look not to the hills but trust him to keep
Your life from all evil, give shelter and sleep.
© Randall Edwards 2017