lifestrings

It is in the looking glass I have come to discover

That the face I bear may not be what truly reflects

For long I have marched to the song of another

So I wonder about such things with some distress

 

I know that I have been set loose from the bonds of doom

And freedom given to sail towards shores of true destiny

But nonetheless I find unable to set my own threads in the loom

For I do not think myself able to chart towards eternity

 

Here and there I catch the faint refrains of the true music

And perhaps for a few steps I cross what is my intended reality

But too quickly I come ensnared and doubt my course in panic

Unanchored, uprooted, I slip into disconnect and depravity

 

I would count this pattern as something utterly hopeless

Were it not for the glimpses of truth in the midst of a mind’s chaos

I have known and been graced with something boundless

From one who knows my smallest joys, my greatest loss

Sailing with the Spirit

I was set to coast upon the winds of fate,
To journey where the tides would carry

Upon such waves, what tales I could create
But the Spirit whispered, ‘Do not tarry’