One’s guard must stay raised
Not against others in war,
But against one’s pride.
Do not call it “bad”
If answers can’t be had.
Take a page from history
And learn to rest in Mystery.
No good before has ever grown
From those who claimed truth as their own.
Forsake such pompous vanity,
Embrace humble humanity,
And simply live the truth of love.
Leave the rest to God above.
I’ve returned to what I’ve always known.
In many ways, I find I’ve grown.
Yet as I enter from the Wild,
In faith, I find I’m still a child.
I do not think that I am cursed,
For as in faith I’m re-immersed,
I learn of Heaven’s joys once more.
And find the Home I’m looking for.
The Course has many twists and turns,
Each with a lesson we must learn.
Don’t judge your path when valleys come,
Stay humble when the battle’s won.
Be grateful in all times and places,
With love and service, greet all faces.
Walk your way in touch with all
Have no regrets when Home you’re called.
Never lines up with our plans,
Never yields to our demands,
Yet always seems to make us stronger
So we can give our all for longer;
Won’t allow us to control
Those things which lie beyond our soul,
For such a task is quite sufficient
Since in it we’re not oft proficient;
Reminds us we are not the goal,
Rather, part of a greater whole;
Humbles us when we pretend
That our own profit is the end
Of all that should be said and done;
Informs us that we all are one.
What is eternal
Cannot be named by mortals.
Why then do we fight?
Some confuse humility
With guilt-ridden eternity.
I, for one, cannot let go
Of all the wrongs that helped me grow.
Though a better man today,
I fear what everyone would say.
If they knew my sordid past,
Would they leave my side so fast?
I know that if it were another,
A regretful, fretful sis or brother,
I’d tell them to be more at ease,
To drop the burden, if you please.
For everybody’s past is stocked
With things for which we could be mocked,
Or judged, or scorned, or cast aside,
Yet from our own, we cannot hide.
But knowing this is true for all,
That we’ve all had our times to fall,
Should cause some kind of clarity,
Or even solidarity.
If these would be my words to you,
Why can’t I know them to be true?
I can, I must, for my own sake,
For shame is just too hard to take.
So step by step, I will be free
To be the best version of me.