Entrenched where I am
No light except that which reflects on the sea
My troubles duplicate
Ever so softly
Day is the friend lost
Gone is my outward love
Start anew to find the principle
All paths discovered from above
Work must finish its cause
Rest is inevitable at my whim
Some part nudges the conscience
Leans toward the narrow tunnel within
Discover the doorway once more
With eyes that show our minds
With arms that lead our hearts
A pathway to life we could not find
Copyright ©2001 Andrew Jack Rhodes
Andy Rhodes Poetry 