This is a poem I wrote a couple nights ago. Let me know what you think
Wonderful
I cannot capture the world
with my words or in them
but my words
may carry something of my heart
to the world…
I am a boy
longing to be a man, and
running a race he little understands.
I am a knot
waiting to be unraveled, and
seeking bonds that will never be severed.
My heart and mind are streets
well traveled,
but I still want to know
who I really am…
In my youth I have searched
for the name of the truth
half-heartedly, haphazardly,
amid the bombardment
of countless voices, of countless choices…
I am a wanderer
looking for a home, and
for arms to enfold his aching soul.
I am a candle
burning for fire, and
for darkness to flee from the flowering light.
My flesh and my spirit have
stories to tell
stories of heaven
stories of hell
but I cannot capture them all with words alone,
yet I will say that hopes runs beneath them,
and grace runs through them…
I am a brother and a son,
who has played the stranger and the fool,
and yet I have been loved, and
been called to love, and to trust
that all will be well,
and that the name of the truth
is wonderful…
Matt Wiley