Walks with me

You are my guiding light
You show me the way to go when I’m in the dark
You lead me beside the still waters
You stir my memory with whispers from your word
You renew my strength
You show me a pathway in the deep waters
You make a walkway in the wilderness
You build a bridge across the abyss
You shield me all through my battles
You walk with me step by step, day by day

Hears me

When I’m lost in a strange place
When I’m surrounded by danger
When I hear footsteps in the dark
When there’s an uproar of death’s messengers
When I stand on sinking sand
When I’m skidding downhill
When there is chaos and help is only a mirage
When unbelief fills the atmosphere with its stench
When men fail me
When my strength lets me down
When my armor backfires
When my knowledge comes to nothing
When I call on you for help, you rise, oh my King, you rise!

Stay the course

If it so happens that you wake up clueless
That you suddenly are numb and cold
That the road ahead is plain, without frills
Like you’ve been racing downhill on a sledge
Only to arrive this lowland, ordinary, unadventurous
In spite of your disappointment
Be reminded that life is about the high and the lows
And that sometimes your drive wouldn’t awaken easily
That sometimes you will have to urge your own strength
And that no matter what you find,
You will have to look ahead to move ahead
No matter how slow, a step at a time is just fine

A day at a time

Life is here and now
This moment
A simple thought
A fleeting whiff
The cursory glance at life’s miniature features
Cumulating details of decisions we make by failing to make any at all
A mass of mental absenteeism snowballing downhill
A stockpile of unattended facets, wilting away, abandoned, forgotten
Punctured opportunities and the gradual sipping away of essence, chance, time
Then life passes by, leaving no traces, no footprint, no memories
We become as stone, cracklings, caked by the scorching sun
Hopeless and despondent that once again we have failed to live in the present moment
Life is here and now
This very moment
A beautiful morning, a kiss, a bear hug, a tear

What truly matters in the end?

Everything matters
Each word spoken and everything done matters
Everything left unsaid and everything left undone
Every transient thought
Every single day
All possible encounters fostered
Every single smile
The compliments paid
Every embrace felt
Every gratitude shared
Every gift given, even the tiniest handshake
Every promise made,
Every flimsy excuse
Every dream dreamed
Even the days that dragged on
And the nights that never seemed to end
The things you meant to do but never came around doing
And the one you did but never meant to
The things we should have done
The things we should have said
And the things we plan to do
The kindness we should have shown
The visit we should have made
Unwarranted procrastinations, and unredeemable opportunities, lost forever
The friend we could have been but failed to become
Family we could have had but were too proud to accept
Places we could have gone but too afraid to dream
The life we could have had but too short-sighted to believe
All of it matters in the end
Because everything is everything
The way we do one thing, is the way we do everything

Everything comes around

Life in a way is like a carousel, a merry-go-round
Everything comes around,
Although it isn’t always merry in the true sense of the word
Still our circumstances are a thread of unheeded events, and unfinished businesses
And the unwanted sprouts of an unattended garden
Like a neglected wound, the pain and the resulting infection will force you to care
Like the unresolved issue that comes knocking at your door years later
It is also the beautiful reward,
Like a booming winery following the undaunted effort of grooming a vineyard
Life gives us what we put in, there are no jackpots, no lottery tickets, no shortcuts
And those who win will always begin with a mind to finish whatever comes their way
Life rewards the fearless; not the fugitive, not the deserter, or the runaway

A Pursuit of Purpose

Standing at the center of nowhere
With eyes on a target that only the mind can see
Sniffing out a lingering scent only the heart can smell
From a place the feet has never been yet the soul recognizes
A path never before traveled yet so familiar
I follow an intimate trail from my future
My senses, I find, are perfectly au courant with my trackway
Knowing where to turn and how not to swing
What bliss, even the dead-ends are a Godsend
Then the night comes, when physical sight fails me
Nevertheless, I am guarded along the path of purpose
Steadily and steadfastly, I listen for that still small voice

Subtle Bargains

Say good morning
Instead of just walking by,
It pays better than being blind or invisible

Say thank you
Instead of blabbing,
It pays better than being obnoxious or arrogant

Say hello
Instead of sitting aloof,
It pays better than being a stranger or unsociable

Say I missed you
Instead of asking too many questions,
It pays better than being critical or skeptical

Say I love you
Instead of talking gibberish,
It pays better than to burn or lose