My friend, Francine Walls, sent me this poem. She wrote it for her son, who works in the desert,
but I’ve found it mighty useful, right here at home. To learn more about Francine, click on her name.
This is the poem for emergencies,
like the spare batteries and extra gas
you pack when you drive into the wilderness.
When you discover you are lost,
you can press any word in this poem,
and walk beside calm waters.
This poem does not have
water, food, shelter or energy bars,
yet courage is hidden in every line.
Before you crumple up this poem,
feeling danger north, south, west, east,
remember love’s gift to you: your next breath.
-Francine E. Walls