Rearrange
Rearrange and realign,
Trace out the new design,
Humbleness of seeking change,
Outside looking in appears so strange.
Alone places each day,
No one else along the way,
Settle in to explore,
Drop what doesn't work anymore.
Season of grief must relent,
No more to repent,
New way to be,
A place where free.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
Friday, June 17, 2016
Rearrange
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