let us always start from this beginning

In the form of a French dizain

i asked him what it was that most mattered
steady or stale isn’t the meas’ring stick
pieces of me everywhere scattered
like ashes in the wind no place to pick
but he who calmed seas makes my spirit quick
he asks – are you available to me
all that life holds from which i cannot flee
seems suddenly like an open window
what once kept me back might now set me free
he ends – you are held, you are held, you know

Written by Scott Moore
Illustrated by Landon Wideman

Inspired October 2023