IT’S EASY TO MISS THE LIGHT
I wonder how those Who have not discovered Some kind of spiritual base Rooted in something deeper than mind Survive in this madness I remember how pulled I was By the incessant tide Thrown around by my Emotional insecurity Tormented by my own thoughts Fear, anxiety, anger Always threatening to overwhelm me Close to drowning in my Tendency to hedonism and obliteration By grace, guts and help And some serious humbling I found something deeper It didn’t push the tide away It didn’t deny the waves But it offered me a silence And an openness and a freedom To see that tide, those waves, The thoughts, the fear and that anxiety Were not the whole story But a part of the story And that was the cause of a maturity and peace I wonder how others who have not found that For whatever reason, get by, And I have great tenderness for them It is easy to miss the light That seems to invite us When it only appears Through such a tiny crack.