I am not swayed by infallible narratives
in the challenge for your heart
as my love for you
is unconditional . . .

my presence
in the wilderness of your life
is a consoling light
deep within the darkness of the trees . . .
if for a moment
you will only pause
in your race for self-identity . . .

hear my voice
in the wind that soars through the forest . . .
high among the timbers . . .
carrying a truth
that transcends the façade of you . . .

be my prayer . . .
the essence and the nature of hope . . .
that you may follow a path of love
and pause to console . . .
with kindness and mercy . . .
those
like you
who
to live is to race . . .

in the wilderness of your life
I am not subordinate to their false narratives . . .
as my only desire for you
is hope