I stand in the rain and continue to get soaked. Shelter is only temporary for to live one must continue to move each day. To live can be so painful. Streets filled with those that aim their sites on you, just waiting to take a pot shot or two. Real rest never comes as one must be on guard, for what sometimes feels like friend, are enemy in disguise.
We strive for high ideals, and for the right to be heard, alas there are others more powerful their schema in place, seize the moment and take centre stage. You are left in the wings, in the wings without wings to take flight. If you just found the way through the darkness, and into the light.
The world has no understanding where I stand. What is the norm for a person as I? Who sets the standard that we perceive we must achieve? Is my brain slower or faster than theirs? Is my thinking outside of the boundaries that they all understand?
I get on a train for a destination or two. If only the thinking would slow down just a little and my head would not feel like a fast train to me. The thoughts that come and consume my entire brain can take over and change directions which derail my way.
Now want a journey without pain and or frustration, to be filled with energy and enlightened by the sun. To walk into the light, and be filled with energy to continue the journey that is laid down for my travels. Unsure of just where I want to be right now, but just want to rest and recover from the journey, make sense of the past and move on to the future.
One step at a time will I take to discover the next place for me. Life can be great I have seen that this is so. I have stood on a mountain and surveyed my great achievements.
At times I have felt the wind that takes me to saw through the clouds and onto the sea. I have sailed the ocean through dark storms, raging the tempest and gaining the edge. Accomplished the distance that I never thought, I could complete. The pain and the sorrow of lost ones I have seen left me behind to go on alone. But alone I can continue with Him by my side. The One who will carry me when I am tired, the One who accepts me just as I am, the One who acknowledges the gold within me.
My heart has been broken by those around me. Never the less He keeps me in tacked. The hole that is left as part of me died, has given me eyes that see other entire, without judgment or condemnation although I do discern between them and myself.
If I know and understand just who I am now, then I can understand others that pass by my way. I can be the Me who the great Maestro wants, to stand in the rain but never get drenched.
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