Beacon of Hope

Where shall life's road take me? As the broken white lines separate my hopes and dreams, the goal of experiencing both on the same side of the road seemed impossible. I walked the road searching to find... Many people abandoned ship when my trust set adrift. Looking upward at the unique structure of the earth that bottles me. Fighting through rough terrain, gasping for droplets of rain, praying as I am relentlessly pushing tirelessly forward searching to find... Love beckoned me to come home. Years ago, I soiled the welcome mat with ill-advised acts of coward-ness. Pulled myself on the side of the road, watched cars at light speed pass me by. Weary from going no-where, God please, I pleaded, slow me down; The road of hope became longer. Carefully, I hopscotched on the broken white lines searching to find... I needed something that No man, woman, money or fame could ever provide. A character transplant God fulfill me. Take my foolish eyes away from what is wanted to what is needed, so I can brand a new start. Allow me to run pass the finish line while keeping my eyes upon you Lord. Fighting through rough terrain, gasping for droplets of rain, praying relentlessly searching to find... God you are Love. You provide me unspeakable joy. Those same white broken lines merge into solidarity when you are present. The more I speak upon you, more and more people abandon me. As I fall victim to the back-peddle method, life becomes ambiguous. No longer will I live in eternal fear. Merrily, I walk. I sing, I dance, I romance the possibilities. I embrace the journey. I coincide with the rough terrain, droplets of rain become my portion providing me with just enough energy to stretch forward. "And Jesus said unto them, Because of your unbelief: for verily I say unto you. If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you (Matthew 17:20)