Our Path

God walks with us
This we should know
As we walk his path
Confidence we will show

Affirmed by the love felt beside
With faithful minds
And joyous hearts
Our journey of service unwinds

Our destiny rolled out before us
Each step unclear
However, at fast pace we stroll
And the vision becomes near

The present, a journey from past to future
A moment in time
Short lived
Reason to write this rhyme

Journey Home

Focus vision...
The purpose defined
The success assured
The responsibility refined
Focus vision...

Trek upwards...
The challenge is to overcome
The test is never done
The peak is heightened
Trek upwards...

Glance back...
The history so clear yet without details
The past so impactful on the future
The prior tests so minor in comparison
Glance back...

Voyage on...
The path God hath prepared
The task hath no end
The road less traveled hath been set forth
Voyage on...

Come home...
The starting point of your journey
The place where your heart remains
The establishment of your family
Come home...

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I listened and heard
To every single word
You spoke with tact
Making spiritual contact

Understanding arose
Each line sounding as if from prose
Consistently meaningful
Mind and heart seeming full

Certain the truth was laid bare
I tried to handle with care
Let loose the barriers that had existed
Defense tools with which I had been double fisted

Knowing full well I didn't need to expose
My feelings, they were known, no need to impose
Bashful, yet bold
An apparent strong hold

At peace with the past
The present running by fast
The future unknown, yet with high hope
I remind you rocket fuel is dearer than rope

Blessed by It

Truly blessed
As witness to another test
Dream at hand
Wisdom guides to understand
The past, the present
The moon at half crescent

Light seeps from within
A glow, spectrum so thin
Uniquely alert
Of both the joy and the hurt
The pain and the gain
Pragmatic yet insane

Life does unfold
As the story is told
A glimpse into the past
Makes the present seem to last
The dream will live a life long
As it is heard in each word of each song

Mon ami, Mi amore
It's been heard all before
Guard risen to protect me
No time to rest, no place to be
Other than at home in faith and in spirit
At one without fear from being near It

Reflect

Prayin to reflect
Yearnin to write
Striving to be
At peace, a sense of security
Mind at rest, simple serenity

At night, baby at rest
Lights dimmed low
Reflection at its best
Realization of self
Proves to be a difficult test

Relaxation may be the goal
But tensely racing mind
Takes over body and soul

Let Go, Fly Free

Time came, time passed
Smiles, giggles, and laughs
Quickly followed a feeling that
Wholes had become halfs

Out of whack, out of balance
So incredibly clear to me
That without unity of vision
There is no apparent equality

Twas my dream that scared me
I wanted nothing less nor more
Than to take you by the hand
And like two doves... soar

You said you could not promise me
That you had nothing to provide
It simply wasn't meant to be
Between us was a great divide

No longer will you be a shadow
In my every thought
Far removed from the web
By which you had me caught

Realign my energies
Focus on my goals and aspirations
Praying and simply obeying
As I feel release of my exasperations

I'm liberated, flying free
So glad to finally just be
At one with myself
Contently just me

Childhood Tale: Love & Basketball

Let me tell you a story of a little girl. From a young age, she's always thought she had it all figured out.

As the kids ran past her for recess, she watched carefully, taking it all in. Doors swung wide open, kids racing to the swings, the monkey bars, the chalked four square, the kickball field, the basketball court. She slowly paced behind, her eyes transitioning from ground to teacher to sky, trying to find comfort in her surrounds. Each child seemed to have a place on the playground and so did she. The park bench at the very edge of the basketball court, just a short distance from the hoop. Courtside, she had the best view from here. She could look on at all her classmates playing in their appropriate parts of the playground. Sometimes she had the playground monitor to converse with, but mostly she sit quiet and alone. Staring down boy. Her heart leaped as boy jumped and her heart soared as the ball swished through the hoop. She was one with boy, with the game. She could feel the energy as he ran for the ball, as he yelled and screamed at his teammates to pass the ball, as he ran out of breath and needed water, she wished she had a secret stash of water to provide. Her imagination flowed and before she knew it the bell rang. It was time to go inside. Today's daydream was over. That evening as she lay in bed, she could recount each shot boy made, she could remember each assist, each block, each break, each dunk. She was certain this was love, she was 9 yrs old of course she had it all figured out. She closed her eyes, fell asleep, dreamt of him, and the next day a similar story would repeat.

13 years later, as she recalls this story, she remembers the feelings she felt, the foolishness her dreams set her up for, the reality her imagination led her to believe in, and as she realizes the similarities between this childhood tale and her current approach to love, she wonders if she will ever grow up and when she will understand the reality that exists beyond the one her imagination has comfortably led her to believe in... for so many years.