Someday I will find my way.

Someday I will smile and say,

“I’m here. I’ve arrived at this place meant for me”,

And I’ll pinch myself thinking this must be a dream.

Someday I’ll wake owning my reality.

Someday I’ll take each breath in with serenity.

The light will be brighter, the sun my close friend,

And darkness my blanket hopeful rain will set in.

Someday I’ll feel safe with the Lord at my side.

Someday I’ll have purpose to which I abide.

I’ll never feel lonely or lost in confusion,

I’ll not question my character as a social intrusion.

Someday I’ll be free with no bondage in sight.

Someday I’ll be secure in my pursuit and my plight.

It’s that day which I hope for and in faith I believe,

Is a gift from my Savior I look forward to receive.

Who am I to take it from them?

I take their hits, abide their lies,

Smile as they think up an alibi.

But who am I to take it from them?

In one moment they joke and jest,

But the next they curse and regress.

But who am I to take it from them?

Thinking I have their affection and praise,

And knowing without drama they are quite malaise.

But who am I to take it from them?

Me, this poet, who observes this sight,

Is using the same ability they abuse by night.

But who am I to take it from them?

It’s their right. It’s not mine to deny.

What if these tears are not mine to cry?

For who am I to take it from them?

If the Alpha and Omega lets us all choose,

Then who am I to damn those who abuse?

And who am I to take it from them?

As choice was given freely to me,

So I must respect it as given to thee.

For who am I to take it from them?

Whether friend, foe, brother or none;

They belong to the Lord Jesus Christ, God’s Son.

So who am I to take it from them?

It is clear to me upon my thought,

An element which I have sought.

That the pinnacle of my hopes and dreams,

Is at the heart of my essence and soul it seems.

I can only relate it with analogy:

The language of dreamers, eloquently.

I relate it to the use of a tool,

And when I am finished you’ll think me a fool.

But for those of you who, as I, have sought,

The peace of mind with purpose-filled thought.

And for those of you who have been entangled,

In contradiction with action & emotion strangled.

With determination set to accomplish,

But action fruitless and hope undistinguished.

I ask: do you run the race just as I,

With a wish and a mission reaching up to the sky?

Do you feel like your potential could power the earth,

But the fruit of your efforts diminish your worth?

Then let me relate this lesson to you,

So we both may be strengthened with purpose renewed.

I relate our plight to the use of a song.

Do you remember at all the use of a song?

Do you recall in youth owning a track,

Of music or songs that would instantly enact,

An emotion or thought that filled a void,

The world couldn’t accomplish, no words could employ.

Whether joy or anger; discovery or malaise,

The music would connect, bringing clarity amidst haze.

And maybe for some that moment was brief,

And for others it would bring a lasting relief.

But note the exception. Behold the unique,

Unlike other facets you occasionally seek.

There’s a connection, a moment, a feeling, a flow;

Despite impending chaos you were able to “Let go”.

I assure you the power lies not in the notes.

‘Tis internal foundation that revives the hope.

For the circumstance was variable and the faces would change,

But the pressure valve within has always remained,

Beside your heart always close to you,

The choice of your attitude in plain view.

So why can’t I change if the answer so clear,

Truth lies in the example of the music you’d hear.

You see, the music meant nothing: T’was the connection, the flow;

That relieved your heart of burden and woe.

So what then now? Should I search for a song,

That will give me purpose and that which I long.

I would say such an effort is a short-term release,

If you wish to pursue a heart full of peace.

Don’t limit yourself to salvation in a song,

But seek out igniters that will help you belong,

To the fellowship of you the council of three,

Your Lord, your love, your life need be;

That which you hope, that which you pursue;

Let all others unhealthy with conviction be through.

You see it is simple, just ignite perspective;

With principles in place you’ll become reflective,

On direction, guidance, peace, and purpose.

Because a life without these it utterly worthless.

Walk one way then another,

Just to understand,

All the bips and byways,

That life and fate will hand.

Peace in regularity,

Lies not in what is done.

Consistency of the mind,

The only thing to be won.

For billions of minds do struggle,

To live and walk with peace,

But the only task we’re given,

Is to set our hearts at ease.

You will not change another,

‘Tis only influence that may be,

Seek first to change your eyes,

‘Tis then that you will see.

You cannot change their vision,

Nor the way they think.

Look within for beauty,

And there lies peace’s link.

What was before,

Must now return,

Those vital truths,

I had to learn.

Though cast aside,

For truth abroad,

The understanding of man,

Under the provision of God.

Now, that chapter,

Has met its close.

And the direction of ego,

I do not know.

But one thing is certain,

This new course the key,

The former now renewed,

Will soon make me free.

Time across time a loss,

What was does not remain.

Though setting may stay constant,

Perceptions always change.

Some spend their whole lives mourning,

For what was and what should be,

Making loss the gifts of now,

Condemning what will be.

Stand up and look around!

You relic of past good times.

See what life now offers,

When embraced and not passed by.

For that of then was beauty true,

And should be seen as so.

But perceive it now as fabric,

In the makings of your soul.

Your finished product.

Is that all you desire?

For my perfection to cradle you,

A request that makes me tire.

Do you not think I’m trying,

To be a righteous man?

Forgive me, do not shun me,

You judgers of this land.

You wait for my expressions,

And prepare for what they hold.

This pressure you place upon me,

Causes me to mold!

Where I go now I’m unaware,

Who’ll I’ll be I do not know.

But one thing I can guarantee,

These struggles make me grow.

For one day I shall look at you,

Apathetic to what you see,

Your reactions will not hinder,

For I’ll have peace of mind with me.

The contrast of my soul,

Events run rampant wild,

The world still turns despite my change,

I’m forced to sit and smile.

What irony that who I was,

Is now who I must face,

Looking just for answers,

Looking just for grace.

My advice to you is simple,

But some you will not take,

Facts will not fulfill you,

Your mindset you must break.

For knowledge does come simple,

But does not give you peace,

Its passion you desire,

To set your heart at ease.

I tell you as a veteran,

Of analyzing life,

Find joy in what’s around you,

Put passion in your sight.

Smooth and flowing life should be,

Or simply mine I’ve come to see.

For others have less precedence,

In forming what I seek.

Am I so rigid not to find,

Amongst the anarchy peace of mind?

Or am I so filled with apathy,

That on principles I will not lean?

What line exists between the two,

That affirms them both and makes them true?

Should one seek first the life of ease,

Or build a life on securities?

Both sides the other compliments,

For values do bring confidence,

And such security brings ease from peace,

Are we then to seek stability?

In rigidity all you’ll see,

Is a “Wisdom of Man” dependency.

Such incompleteness brings loss not life,

Unless humor exists to deter the mind.

My charge is this: do not pursue,

Anything but what’s between the two.

You see one boxes life and the other jests of it,

But both hold life with wonderment.

So understand and enjoy what comes,

Write reports and sing the psalms.

But first and foremost with earnest seek,

To appreciate life’s intricacies.

Such Intensity. Can I pass through?

Will I regress to my former view?

Can I stand up and be a man?

Will I purge forth and make my stand?

I wish to rise, embrace my views,

But temptations come and make askew,

All self- esteem. Then I become,

The child again, the broken one.

He promised me, from the tree,

If I have faith, He’ll calm the sea.

Yet faith in Him lies first with me,

To stand for Him and make my plea.

To stand for God and then get peace,

I must have strength that will not cease.

Such is found, in principles,

Values, virtues; all are told,

Within the Word of Life I see,

The standards for dependency.

So while my heart is weak to gain,

Peace in the clash and in the rain,

I’m given hope in God’s great grace,

To have a guide and complete this race.