A Lesson

We see many things
Experience many things

Like a journey into the unknown
Alone in a desert
Or floating through space
Passing through each day
Striving for control
Of a future unknown
Spinning round and round
Desperately grasping
For any solid ground/stability

In the end
Is it all to simply
Come to trust the one
Who created it all?
A lesson in eternity
Through humility


On My Way Home

No one is perfect
That’s not for me to say
What is perfect anyway?
I know I’m not perfect
To the standard I believe
Does this mean I’m broken?
Not necessarily

They speak of sin
In ways I don’t understand
Sin is much more than a simple action
It is the very corruption
The mud and muck endured each day
Drudging through
At times to exhaustion
Striving to become more
Than the corrupt nature
That is imperfection

There is no easy way
In fact, the more I pray
The more difficult it seems
Ask for greater wisdom
Greater challenges arise
To form that wisdom
Ask for more strength
Greater pressure occurs
To bring about that strength

If life were merely a playground
As so many want it to be
No worries no cares
No need to do anything
Wouldn’t it be nice
To be free of this corruption
Even when given into
It only makes things more difficult/painful
Maybe some are made for this world
I can testify I am not
It doesn’t like me
And I see only the challenge
Of passing through it’s insanity
On my way home

A Passing Day

The days pass strangely
Filled with people complaining
Listening to their pains and woes
Unable to do anything to change things

Inside I have my own complaints
At times wishing I was stronger
More perserverent
Looking back briefly
At the past paths
Seeing great strength
Enduring the madness


Days like today stand out
When everything seems to go wrong
Still the people sing their complaints
I want to scream, but don’t
A shaking, shuddering inside
Holding on
To the only stability I’ve ever known
Deep within and all around
I cry, “Why have you forsaken me?”
Then smile
Realizing it is all a gift
For if the world accepted me
If my days passed uneventful
Without challenge and trial
I would not come to know the true me
Here within all the lies and deception
Brought forth from a corrupt world
The foundation of all the complaints