A Crooked Stile Poem by Lonnie Hicks

Press me down to common ground

I’ll not fear or protest;

carry me to highest heights

give me wings to fly;

hold my hand against the tempest

as I cling to my hearts mast,

I'll not be blown away.



Lift my face to sunny sun

twinkle in my eye;

through it all

my heart rests

assured you have given all your love;

and that is enough

for any man;

especially this one

whom you rescued

from the lost and found

with just a gentle smile;

giving me against all odds

your whole and complete trust;

and that is enough for any man.


Crippled from bumpy roads

and crooked stiles

I learned to walk again;

you took no credit then or now

for the miracle that it was;

but reflected as I was in your eyes

I once again to believe in the me there;

and unwavering you never second-guessed

even though I did.

You believed in me

and that is enough for any man.



My soul rebounded and sewed up its jagged wounds

desperate not to let you down

and a second miracle occurred

when it transformed itself

so as to be true in your eyes.


And that is enough love,

my love,
for any man.