I want to be an artist
Giving shape to the beauty
That lives like a restless child
In my mind
I long to touch music
So that sweet notes
Flow through my fingers
On strings and keys
To write the great novel
That carries readers
Into worlds yet
Discovered
Then the poem
To open doorways
To the heart's
Caverns
I want to be a contemplative
Who sits with soft
Ease amidst the
Swirling tides
then a prophet
Who climes towers
To warn those
Nearing the precipice
The father
Whose wisdom
Holds space for His children
to remember who they are
The friend
Who can be woken
In the middle of the night
To give comfort empty of advice
I want to know the source
Of this great thirst
To discover the
Headwaters of this river
Flooding a wide delta
Within my soul
Spilling into to the vast sea
Of inconsummation
In the pause I
Remember I am
All this, only
In fated and
Perfectly
Flawed
Abundance
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