As unto the Lord...
Years without a song to sing.
I am felt. I am necessary. The work I do is on time. The career I craft is natural.
When will I feel fully that I am enough?
I am awake at 4:02am determined to focus on my art practice. Not an early riser, rather I hoped the night would give me a boost of confidence to face the mountains before me.
There are works to create and words to write yet I look at my life in stillness. I have spent the day content with the battle I deserve. I deserve the karmic reality of my behavior. My shortcomings must transform. I need new ones. I must to overcome these challenges. It is time.
Years of crating a poem that ended up on a museum wall.
How did this happen? I am achieving something beautiful. I am asking for what I would like and sitting in disbelief as days unfold. I am living a purpose I whispered my dreams and my darkness to. For years.
Years to learn to recognize solid ground.
Years remaining, God Willing, to be participate and be valuable to those around me.
Years of wonder and contemplation have led me here. Let there be years of creation and completion.
No resolution. Movement made onwards and forward.
Please dear God, direct my focus onto my narrow path. Let my pleading cease. Allow my faith increase.
Let me create in a new day. Wake me from my sleep in the coming hours. Let the work flow through me
as unto the Lord