At the end of all my searching,
Through endless Mystery lurching,
I see that I am blind.
I know my simple mind.
At the end of all, I find
The many things I can’t unwind.
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Things are as they are.
One must accept this as true
Before seeking change.
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As your path unfolds,
Harbor no contempt for those
Whose way is diff’rent
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Accept what exists.
It’s only when we do this
That good change can come.
There never was a guarantee
That life would go on easily.
God does not exist for you,
To make all of your dreams come true.
Stop useless screaming at the sky
As if it owes you a reply.
We are all upon this earth,
Fighting to find our sacred worth.
We all will know of tears and pain,
Just as we’ll know of joy and gain.
You are not owed a lighter path,
So save your shallow, selfish wrath.
Accept the tide of life that flows,
Embrace your path where’er it goes.
Keep eyes front and try to do
The work you have in front of you.
Write this truth upon your brow:
We’re powerless, save for the now.
If I could go back,
I would not.
I’m grateful for the life I’ve got.
All the choices
That weren’t right
Still led to where I am tonight.
Of course I’d want
To take the pain I caused away.
But without all
I’ve had to learn,
I’d lose what growth came with the burn.
How can love be wrong or bad?
I find even the notion sad.
The parental brutality
In damning sexuality
Is altogether sick to me.
That’s not how you treat family.
Love does no wrong to other people
Love is not owned by state or steeple
If no harm is being done,
And if a person’s found “the one,”
Do we have to go erupt
Just ’cause their parts don’t quite “match up?”
Do you think that sex should be
Seen as it was First Century,
Even though it’s likely true
You think this way ’cause it ain’t you?
Until all love is celebrated,
The healing much anticipated
Will keep on stalling at the door
‘Til we’re not judging anymore.
They always say to wait
“One day your peace will come”
It makes us hesitate
To change what’s bothersome
About our days
About our life
About our ways
And so the strife
Keeps pouring in
And piles high
As we begin
To beg the sky
“Come and fix me
I’m right here!
Help me to live
Beyond my fear
Why won’t you show?
This isn’t fair!”
Our spirits low,
Peace isn’t there.
The good news is they’re wrong
It’s not a waiting game
If we cast our glances long
We’ll end up just the same
But if we look inside
We’ll see peace isn’t far
It’s ours if we’ll abide,
Accepting who and where we are.
Peace be with you!