The Journey
Is longer than I thought
It would be
(I was only 17
when I became aware
of it
And the glorious end
Was coming soon
or so we thought)
Harder and darker
Than advertised
(I read the manual later
And saw the red fine print
Of suffering)
After several years
I used up everything
Forgetting to stop
And refill at times
Truly if you had not
Again and again
Lifted me up from the mud
Onto the wings of the
Waiting eagle
I would still be there
You are faithful
And your love
Is the constant
of my life
Though I cannot
Always see or
Feel it
Trust is my part
Faith, hope, and love
Not abstract nouns
To feel or believe
But actions
I need to continue
To practice
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