Step 1 Principle
subsides too soon
pulled toward grace
Infants again and again
Not outcast
Disproportionate peace
all the little things
ill-equipped and stumbling
how we’re wired
stupid tough
the reckless faith
the slow birth of gratitude
you’re not a kid anymore
we’re all full of it
mirrors within
wisps are all we start with
the grace of re-memory
turning around
your heart will adjust
The cost of blending in
better walk away quick
will require real work
the truth does set you free
When you’re a selfish drunk
childhood turning points
suit yourself; lose yourself
