These matches say they can be struck
Anywhere. Like on the wooden table or the
Bottom of your shoe. My grandpa could strike
Them on his teeth.
Belief is hard to sustain;
And faith isn't easy. Trusting another person
Is like wandering without a trail; and it's so
Easy to get lost.
But somehow, inside the warmth
Of this cabin perched on the river valley's edge, I feel,
If not wholly safe, then at least safely Holy. This life
Is not a trap, I think; words may mean less, sometimes,
Or fail us; but when twilight tucks us in with a blanket made
Of undefeated autumn leaves, we maybe dream a little;
The fire flickers, and everything is alright