seven.

utopia? maybe.

six. a reflection of a year gone by.

a year has gone by

and people are leaving

off to go fly

and discover new meaning

we look to the sky

and listen for leaning

as we desperately try

to never stop ceasing

our minds now seem bigger

and our cohorts have grown

yet our feelings won't trigger

anything but a groan

the ones that we love

now leave us with future

take flight like a dove

and a need to go nurture

struggles we have faced

seem to fade in the darkness

in this life so fast paced

we question our lostness

all yearn for you near

we step on paths laid out

we do not however fear

with you there is no doubt.

five. revisited.

revisited. my last post. i knew as soon as i posted it, that i would regret it. and i did, even as soon as an hour later i looked back and realized that all of that frustration is not necessary in that form. i believe what i meant was this... i yearn to be with the broken, God's children, those hungry and oppressed. i want to love. i just don't feel like where i need to be is here, but i am not in as huge of a hurry as i seem to leave. eventually though, i will wander to his people. or maybe they will find me?