Sunday, July 25, 2010

Poem…sorta


I'm accustomed to change
ready
and waiting
for life's adventures to
….
continue.

Focused on the future
i forget
now…

I forget
that this moment
can hold all the possibilities
my imagination
so desperately clings to.

To be
wild
free

living
as a warrior
ready…

Do my eyes now know
the truth?

That my heart
beats
to the rhythm of the
freedom Son

I am what i dream to be
free as bird
and
loved by the
King

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