our minds believe it cannot see the way,
passion for our beloved and faith in His
There is a compass inside each
weathered, black with the sand of time.
Buried in a drawer, in the packet of our soul.
The beauty of it, in its case
the rhythm of the world absorbed when touched.
For this one safe instance,
drop our defenses,
our emotional suit of armor,
which has been crafted so skillfully to repel the ravages.
Perish the old as the saave sinks deep down into our hearts,
covered with scars,
slowed by haze...
Full of confusion, terror and goodness.
As pain is forced upon us, we rise.
Forever and for now,
for all that is and will be
you are part of eternity.
A love that can never die
your soul embraced by the Lord, on high...
It be free of scars of the past, hindering memories which my hold it back from moving like the wind.
It may keep pace with destiny, behold its freedom, flirt with time, shelter the powerless.
The land that you have cultivated.
The people, home and accomplishments you have tended,
the situations you have chosen; the circumstances from which you derive your riches.
Under your rule, has your kingdom prospered?
Is it better now than when you began your reign?
Would you, yourself want to be a citizen of this land?