at a time,
it’s all you
can do.

One breath,
after another.
One second,
follows the
other.

Day follows
night, and
then, again.

Worry follows
worry, without
end.

What shall
we say, we
figures from
clay?

Seek wisdom
from above-
given in
love; to
all who
believe, they
will receive.

Those who
doubt, do
without,
waves toss
ships, sans
sails, in
stormy gales-
to and fro,
eventually-
below.

Trust in
Him, your
Father above,
remembering-
He made you-
in love.