Just this day

just this day

where does our Soul go

when it wants to shine

as we electively repress our joy

oppressing our divinity

how can our heart sing

the songs of life

if we do not

open our arms

to embrace it

we “Archie Bunker” our way

down the path

seldom noticing the little flowers

that bloom

just for us

that which we seek

we shall find

but what is it we search for ?

Gifts come wrapped

and fruits are skin clad

and we hold to the fad

of doom

but this too shall pass

as it did in the past,

just look back

and taste your own

testimony

i traipsed down that road before

and i now am revisiting

with a quisitive spirit

for in my regression

i have come to know . . .

expect nothing

but what i choose to

i have forgiven my self

for all the times

i held my self back

from my wonder

and assaulted others

with such looming doom

i go to that room

that has no walls

and the call for the greater

is all about me

i need not open my eyes

to see this

that bliss is of our own making

i shall sing this day

i shall sing through the night

i shall sing of my thankfulness

for the lessons of my blight

for my plight

is to overcome

my miscreant self

that which restrains my wealth

my health’

and my power

my love knows no end

but “me” do

but “i” do not

for that “i” in me

that “I” in me

is greater than that of the world

and this new awakening

this new consciousness

that i now allow

to be heralded in

knows nothing of the sin

that once condemned me

for forgiveness is the key

that sets me free

and i no longer have to get to my knees

to plea

for that which i always vied for

it was always inside

of me

and you

so, as i sit in this space

facing my demons

we all have a laugh at it

and my Soul again

dons it’s wings

which were tucked away

out of my empirical sight

waiting for . . .

just this day

let’s go a flyin’

© 12 December 2013 : william s. peters, sr.