I will

I arose from my bed.  A dream fresh upon thought.

I pondered the ire my passions have brought

A deal with the devil, a fell choice I had seen

To face Satan's testing as price to my dream

Dare I to drink whatever cup shall be filled.

Searched my heart to find my answer. Indeed I will.

Though circumstance be dreary and die cast spoke of doom.

My spirit be lifted and dares resist all the gloom.

Consequence be damned, I set my heart to God's task.

To serve as He made me, be a vessel, be a cask

But am I prepared to die climbing this hill.

Searched my heart to find my answer –If I must then I will.

All means to an end.  All tools set to aim.

Beyond all manner of ego, all doubt and all shame.

I am become a writer, a crafter of words.

Crisply awakened from a past cloudy and blurred.

Will I stay fast to the journey, in all good or all ill?

All doubt in me has faded.  I boldly answer I will.

Do I know the time?  Can I prophecy the date?

Ne'er shall I worry of being early or late.

My end be what it will and be what it will not.

I care not that fate tests men by mischievous plot.

All those that be summoned, be churned through a mill.

Shall I embrace coming burdens?  Without question, I will.

I look boldly to the heavens to express gratitude.

My passions be boiling, my desires be brewed.

I long deeply to pour out myself to the world

To let loose my anchors, my sails be unfurled.

Shall I challenge the oceans and winds that cry shrill?

By God's grace I say to the abyss, yes I will.

I care not for man's glory, man's fears or man's concerns.

I long only to embrace this passion that so burns.

To pour out my spirit among deaf ears or be heard.

Give my best to my crafting a purposeful word.

Have I considered disappointment?  Will I endure without thrill?

I care not for man's glories.  I say again.  I will.

By JAPOC, August 2019