In, out, up, down, turn around.
Sunlight filters through the curtained window.
Darkened sky in contrast to the moonlight so bright.
Through the day I walk, through the night I dream.
To get through this life, it takes a village, it takes a team.
Lonely hearts, forgotten, invisible souls, the world passes
by in a frenzy, in a rush. Lost, alone the people drift,
the voices in their heads never quiet. They refuse to hush.
No place to lay their heads, to call their own.
No people, no home.
Hope adrift on nothing solid they stand.
Another day to get through. Their hearts scream,
"I don't think I can."
Fear grows, anger flows,
confusion mounts, unrest rises.
What is needed the world cannot provide,
it is the gentle, loving hand of God from
which no person present, past, or future
can hide.
Lost, alone, shaking; no sense is this life making.
The bottom is where I reach up to,
so many opportunities wasted.
Second chances; I have had more than a few.
One day I dared to reach up
to stretch with trembling hand
to the one extended toward mine.
He took hold with a firm and loving
grip; not even a split second had gone by.
It was a deep breath I took, followed by
a long awaited, relieved sigh.
On that day, I found out I was not forgotten.
I was seen and I was loved. Hope rushed in,
fear ran from me, fast and furious.
Peace took up residence in my heart.
My mind, for the first time, was at rest.
Thoughts flowed with clarity like cool
mountain water. Clear, clean and unobstructed.
The world marches on in confusion.
Cruelty marches on in abounding quantity.
But me, I found the secret. It is no secret at all.
I have discovered I have worth, value, and purpose.
I am safe now, tucked under God's protective wing.
The joy I now feel makes me want to shout, to sing.
God's hand extended, waited patiently for me.
I dared to reach for His.
It was the solitary act of faith He required.
It was the only thing.
