stepping stones [poem]

“These stepping stonesLead where to go”–To a paradise, I was told May you be the cool grassUnderneath my bare feetWon’t you hold my broken heartWhile you shield me from the heat? Yes, may you be the cool grass,May you be my streets of goldMay you be the still, small voiceYou’ve already brought me home AfterContinue reading “stepping stones [poem]”