Blue hues erupt above cotton candy clouds,
Green rolling hills havens for those thinking aloud.
Ideas permeate the air like smoke from a chimney,
One puff destructive, while another is an epiphany.
Hearts consumed with dreams of a better tomorrow,
One free of injustice, lives free of sorrow.
Eyes tinkle at images of utopia in fast forward,
Where the character of man supersedes the outward.
A world in which love is blind and hate is mute,
Where understanding and compromise solve every dispute.
Where wars are historical events fading from memory,
Poverty and discrimination not an ever present reality.
Hands clasped under moons turning to faith,
For a day when one’s birth doesn’t determine their place.
Yet in this present the struggle still continues,
Each small act of kindness unravelling the truth.
The enlightening of the conscience,
An orientation toward the conscious,
A transformation of the inward,
Illumination by Divine word.
Stagnant without practice,
Like the night without day,
Blind faith with no soul,
An inevitable black hole.
The mind in perpetual motion,
Decryption revealing endless oceans,
Socratic synthesis of time,
A boundless existence, a life sublime.
The freedom of the mind,
The soaring of the soul,
A heart exploding with possibilities,
A story beginning to unfold.
Souls diverging from bodies granting new perspective,
While the physical is depleting, the immortal’s reflective.
Eyes wide open, once plagued with singular vision,
Old hearts bleeding and scarred, now embracing remission.
Minds mortified by media spreading mayhem and malice,
Paired angels documenting the meticulous madness.
Breath launching from lungs, legs finally in flight,
Embracing the arena, striving for unreachable heights.
Optimism overwhelms, silencing the skeptics,
The triumph is tangible, challenge accepted.
Infants born into this world amidst a sea of eyes,
Transported from solitary cocoons to face the blinding light.
Engulfed by the universe, where time and space collide,
A realization of termination triggering their cries.
Life is simply a trial that will ultimately end,
Akin to our cocoons, we will be alone again.
I struggle to be present.
To give all of me in every moment, completely exposed,
Bottled up emotions ready to implode,
Censored speech and actions, concerned with repercussions,
Lost in my life, a drop in an ocean.
Not sure who I am, and what is it that I love,
Often forgetting my soul, and my Lord up above,
Yearning to break free from the shackles of fear,
Always myself, not just with those I hold dear.
Like a child in a womb, embraced by its mother,
I long to find the me inside myself,
To live each moment as though it was my last,
To pray for my future, and learn from my past.
So I struggle.
Fighting the resistance controlling my head,
Searching for me amongst the chaos instead,
Finding solace in God, the One who knows me best,
To be present. That is my test.
Kneeling in ranks and seeking His grace,
Greeting the ground with one’s precious face.
Tears flowing from eyes as prayers are made,
This is the day that one’s scale may be swayed.
Called to His house, a pillar fulfilled,
Land enveloped by peace, where no blood is spilled.
Hearts bursting with joy, aching bodies are numb,
Hopes pouring from tongues under the blistering sun.
Oh Lord, forgive us for mistakes we’ve made,
Grant us Your protection from the torments of the grave.
And on the promised day when Your reckoning will begin,
Pardon our souls and free us from sin.
Staring at the horizon where the waves touch the sky,
Where the infinite feels intimate as the sails drift on by.
In the silence ring the echoes of feelings finally fading,
Realizing that life is change, not stationary contemplating.
Locked eyes now able to observe the periphery,
Affixing the fleeting focus in the scheme of things.
Enthralled by the grandeur of the existence now made clear,
While wishfully waiting for a new centerpiece to appear.
Pink and purple hues fill the night sky as the sun begins to rise,
Slowly ascending to assume its position above the rigid skyline.
Shadowed by winged creatures transporting my brethren,
Cutting through cumulus clouds, this is my heaven.
Nomadic in nature, adventure permeates my veins,
My desire to escape shackled by monetary gain,
Oh, to be a wide-eyed child free from rationality,
Believing the impossible to be a possibility.
How I long for the days of rose colored glasses,
To break away from this mundane, systematic view of the masses,
But caught up, I must rise to join the cycle once more,
Though my heart is meant to passionately soar.
I stop and stare,
At this miraculous creature hovering in open air.
Seemingly magical, and without a care,
But the struggle within, this I am unaware.
For this mystical creature awakes each morn,
Heart beating faster than the norm.
Evading predators in many forms,
Seeking sustenance amidst hailstorms.
Life slipping by perpetually in flight,
Yet to my eye, beauty captivates my sight.
Oh hummingbird, I’m inspired by your might,
Exuding courage despite your plight.
The inner workings contradicting the out,
Though still on course you remain devout.
Now cognizant of your trials and strength throughout,
I remain enthralled without a doubt.