Pseudo Highs

Lately I've been on flats, between heaven and hell Who but the Almighty buffers me from lack My stance is firm, I move with care Not to tear or deplete what's left of me As parents persevere, praying renewal of psyche Grown children are puncturing precious time You'd wonder why wise women still ride so high On horses that will topple them in wilderness What simmer souls from stilts that do silent Damage to free will's humbler spirit? I have learned it takes time for the clearing of Cobwebs clouding fair point of views Who will wed serenity and naked troth of this: Time and space and grace heals and inspires simplicity with humility. *