Trust

Misguided as a lonesome sheep,
wandered off and has lost its way.
Watchful of the wolves' gnarly grip,
Trusting in the unseen today.

His Lead

Forgiving like a precious child
following wide-eyed as you lead
trusting every footstep's imprint
breathing in all the love I need.

Woven Sky

Wounded like a little bird
Never taught quite how to fly
Fallen from the woven nest
Hit the hard ground, not the sky.