2.  Always Trembled to Even Try

The satan is out to eat every good thing,

so why am I surprised by the wicked

beat of my heart when things dip

and turn towards its unsatisfied mouth?

Eons of valley and hard rocks

beneath my head and one little sliver

of hope God has given, a rope let

down like Rapunzel unraveling her hair.

And the satan, teeth and tongue

glistening wet, and me looking at it

with a wave of doubt, of unsurety in

my gut until Your heel thrusts out

and does the deed my feet have

always trembled to even try.