from my way . . .

from my way . . .

the are so many things that i’ve held on
gee how i wish they all were gone
and all the travail they bring about
the dark seeking fears and inner doubt

the memories of errant ways i’ve been
that i call lessons and they call sin
are residually still altering my road
and still remain a part of the load

i bear as i go seeking my course
and try to confuse me with my source
for i ask for daylight and am given night
as i strive each day to Master my light

at times i’m blinded by what’s in me
at times i’m blinded and can not see
delusions abound within my realm
so many truths to capture the helm

but this is what i’ve come to accept
i’ll follow my drum and not decept
or give my self to what they believe
for a goodness beyond is what i conceive

where joy is mine the order of day
and i am content to travel my way
before me goes the way of my heart
and from this path i shall never part

from my way . . .


(c) 21 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.