I hope this makes sense 
I wrote this a month before applying to the WR. I've been longing for something like this for years now(about 7). Crazy how prayers are answered in the most unlikely of places.
Surrounded in this cage
faint whispers of my name
flow by in the wind.
I can see freedom in the trees
hear it in the breeze
as the birds and the bees fly by.
I run to partake but am yanked by
invisible chains,
the kind called patience & perseverance.
Oh, how I long for escape
I don't know how much more I can take
before complacency devours me
completely.
I'm not looking to be lazy.
No, only looking for His amazing
Destiny, purpose and call,
that's all.
I know it well, but either I'm not in it yet
or I don't see it yet
it's been a while, His promises I often forget
cause my spiritual eyes go blind from time to time.
Sort of like this poem
with no rhythm, rhyme or flow,
How my soul floats,
from trial to trial.
Hoping only to try and catch that path
that is destined to me.
I want to feel my actions have purpose
Not useless and worthless,
helping capitalism's ago old addiction.
But adding to the Kingdom
submerged in my mission
with wisdom, in submission
to His call. (c)2012
Brooke
