I wager with belief,
A tapestry divine –
Life’s grand design, I traverse,
By choice, this path of mine.

And though I surely know –
No need to trace the way,
Within my breast, it dwells –
Free will, where it shall stay.

Thrust deep, an aching soul –
Unraveling its thread,
While faith and choice entwine –
On paths, untrodden, tread.

:: r- 03.14.2023 ::