Trusting
My instinct
I’ve learned to trust my instinct,
I know it serves me well,
It rears its head and is distinct,
With answers, I can tell.
Are always the right ones,
I trust myself,
They speak to me in ancient tongues,
And are my strength and wealth.
I’m presented with presentiments,
A feeling in my bones,
And I know these instruments,
Are not mine alone.
There is an inner circle,
Where there’s a sense of peace,
A nut within a kernel,
Where one’s fear will cease.
I know I must be patient,
And bide each premonition,
And not be complacent,
And that is my ambition.
Here and there and everywhere,
New challenges present,
And I say a silent prayer,
That is my intent.
It’s like a funny feeling,
A hunch or a sixth sense,
That sends my senses reeling,
And calls for my defence.
I live a better life now,
For what it is meant,
Now that I do allow it,
That feeling of presentiment.
©
David Rudder
2022
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