Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Ah to be free.
Not free of all my inhibitions,
But of some. The ones that rob the joy of the journey.
And the wisdom to know the ones I must embrace.
But to be free, not free of all my fears,
But of the fears that bind me as a prisoner.
And to welcome the fears that free me from disaster.
Yes free, free of anger at life and at others
Free from anger that imprisons and controls,
but not all of my anger for some things should ignite a flame.
Free of pain,
Pain that is more devastating than physical.
Knowing I will not be free of all pain, and some may ultimately bless.
Free to believe I can change,
Knowing that change must come,
But finding the changes I can choose.
Set free from my past,
that it may not hold back my future,
and yet embracing it that I may grow.
Free, but not without disciple.