Thoughts on Life and Culture
Adrenaline is a friend in times of stress.
Too much adrenaline exhausts with duress.
Anxiety is a friend that warns when life goes awry.
Persistent anxiety is a weary body’s desperate, persistent cry.
Rest is a necessity I am learning to embrace,
Life is neither a sprint nor a never-ending race.
Life is not always simple, and things are not always what they seem,
And true love is limited not by any pain or extreme.
My heart hurts,
a feeling hard to describe,
as if I have been rejected,
and wounded inside.
My hopes destroyed,
as reality becomes clear,
what I wanted will not be,
yet what is I shall not fear.
Thunder and lightning flash and roll,
God moves, his purposes he unfolds.
In his plans thus will I trust,
and not in my own, who am but dust
Our greatest need is of love,
and its greatest source is above.
In all we seek we search for joy,
in this our strength we do employ.
In all our searching we long for peace,
that our security we might increase.
We know the beauty of persistent patience,
for all have needed others to be gracious.
How lovely is the propriety of kindness,
in those who for malice have only blindness.
We all esteem the quality of goodness,
and with such things are content to rest.
A friend knows the need of faithfulness,
without which a heart can be torn abreast.
The wise know the greatness of gentleness,
which the proud only feel in moments of weakness.
Like a raging fire is a man without self-control,
while those who walk in wisdom men do extol.
Alas, from what source can all such qualities come?
Those knowing their own heart, know only one.
There is a quietness to life that I seldom hear,
Distraught as I am with distraction and fear.
There are rare and precious moments when the world is both forgotten and embraced,
when my heart then finds contentment, peace, and grace.
But why are most moment a means rather than an end?
Perhaps I strive for a love upon which I need only depend.
Listening to the rain, I see the first rays of dawn amongst the midst,
as if the morning is awakening the world with a soft and soundless kiss.
And here am I, barely awake and already seeking something for which to strive,
am then truly awakened by the rain, and only then, feel alive.
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