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