At the Beach

August 20, 2016 | By | 3 Comments

As I sit here, without a want, a care, no pressure
I feel peace, contentment, and lesser
Responsibility than I have felt since I was a child,
When happiness was real, and the world was still wild.
But my heart was tamed, by myths and deadlines,
My loves were misguided, and my mind intertwined,
By a barrage of untamable thoughts,
False assumptions, rules and oughts.
They choked out my life, that pure  and innocent child,
Who lost himself, and what it meant to be wild.

Free me, O God, to freely your image bear.
That my life would be filled with love, and that to live I might dare.

Category: Poetry

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  1. Charlene says:

    Nice read. Innocent pure and wild at heart and in our minds.

    I will remain wild but live in a world of systems and good behavior

  2. Tuoyo says:

    My kind of poem,lovely piece.If you have a chapbook,I would love to buy.

  3. Eileen says:

    A thoughtful contemplation on your life and your aspirations to a higher spiritual level.
    Lovely. Wise and deep. I am glad to have encountered you.

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