I wrote this poem in response to the previous realization and also as I trudge through the muddy waters of decision-making for the next phase of my life.
spreads out from within;
impatient to begin
the less-traveled-trail keeps secret,
stories hidden mark the way;
eyes jump from each attraction,
distracted feet tread astray
pleases the listening ear;
turns honey-shed tears
escape, come quickly!
to rescue this mite
overwhelmed, the longing
for wings of flight
sunlight bursts and shadows fall
darkness exposed these haphazard walls
painful discovery, a helpless wretch
pleading now mercy’s net to catch
but what is a sign?
let me not be unsure
that the True object is Thine