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.

Lie not down and sleep away,

All that life can offer you.

Awake! Embrace the simple truth,

That conscious dreams will get you through.

Sadness, hardships, anxiety;

May plague a broken heart.

But hopes and dreams will always mend,

What the past has torn apart.

Fear not this tearing, tomorrow holds,

Not dread of broken dreams.

With hopeful and pure perceptions,

There are opportunities.