It’s only smooth sailing when the wind and waters are ever so...

I think it’s safe to say that you can be thrown into battle or called to battle. Even though the choice was not yours, you still have to make one.

Armed or not- you can belly up or cover up.
Roll over like a submissive dog or polish your fangs like a hungry bear.

The choice is yours....

These choices are served to all of us on a silver platter. Silken and shiny, with divots of rust and remarkable reflections.

What you see when it’s hovering under your chin is your choice too...

Will blood spill?
Will regret follow?
Will victory claim this name
or will it forever skirt the shallows?

I find myself rising to far too many wars that have not been waged in my name, but it is my duty to protect and guide in every way that I can.

I do pray for solace, serenity, rest and repose. A garden of greens with a bounty that overflows. For my heart to flutter like feathers and my soul to glimmer and glow, but for now the best I can do is reap all that I have chose.