Poems

July 19:

Conjuring up images of Christopher McCandless,
I sit by my stove.
Waiting for water to boil,
No day will ever be like
Today, I am alive with the glory
of the Almighty.
Thinking of footprints,
Of imprints in the sand,
Reflections off the water-
And suddenly we are all home.
Transported by love,
Transported by nostalgia,
We don't want to fight anymore.
The war has been over.
We set ourselves free
And then always come back.
The greatest trick She ever played
Was convincing us
We had self control.
Convincing us we breathed
Freedom.
But as He always said,
There will be redemption.
And with thoughts of another time
Echoing in our heads
Like a kettle slowly,
And then all at once
Coming to a boil, we understand.
There never was a purpose,
And saints spent entire existences
Finding that out.
The one truth we can all hold:
Love ourselves,
Understand ourselves,
Then begin to give it back.
Watch the fear dissipate,
Like fog retreat off the water,
See hate turn into a mutual respect for one another.
This is the path,
Of healing,
Of light,
Of happiness and strength.