Your Coach Awaits

YOUR COACH AWAITS I am the answer to the blowing wind, in God I live, in God I'll never die. Al things you seek to ever comprehend are in my touch, but never ask me why. I am the river flowing to the sea, in hope I breathe, through God I do my task. Whatever good you see in life is me, though sometimes I appear behind a mask. I am the highest mountain you may climb, in light I show, in dark I never hide. beyond your wildest dream, and for all time, you beg for me, but then push me aside. Your coach awaits, and I will take you where the wind has blown, and it is over there . . . © vee bdosa the doylestown poet