I am comforted in the fact that no one reads this, because then no one cares that I do not update. :) This next poem is written in the middle of the night, when I cannot sleep. If it is not good, I blame that! (Shh...let me believe what I want.) The theme is Ashville, NC, which I have never been too. However it is home to the Cove, the Samaritan's Purse retreat center where they train people in Disaster Relief.
I would like to work for this organization, so to me Ashville is a city of hope for my future.
But right now, I don't have a future. I am currently unable to discern my calling. I have no idea what I will be doing. The most frustrating question I get is, "If you could do anything, regardless of money and education, what would it be?"
Because my honest answer is: I DON'T KNOW.
How do you follow a dream you have never heard?
If the Way Were Mine
3/14/12
I hear you ask,
What does your future hold?
And I seethe.
Little town in the mountains,
So much of my hope dwells in you.
Like Zion to the Israelites,
So am I promised to you.
Or am I?
Hark, as the noonday sun
Settles high in the bright red sky.
Will I come to you, will you be there,
Will I find my peace in you?
What does your future hold?
Where would I go, if the way were mine,
Would you come along side and stay?
Were it mine to say, I would grow wings,
And like a bird fly away in the sky.
I am without wings.
I would call the trees my dwelling place,
And live among the clouds.
And I would watch the whole world spin,
If the way were mine to choose.
I am without dreams.
I would drink the beauty of creation,
And leave grace where the garden marred.
I would go where I pleased, feel what I need,
And be one among the atmosphere.
If the way were mine to choose.
But you, little town,
Must be my own.
For I am not a bird.
I am not my own.
