My Surrendered Life

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Tis the vision of the mission
that make the struggles on hand...
palpable,  malleable...hopeful.
Even when things don't go as planned.

The pain is intense
So it's strength that is gained.
The journey continues
although the movement is done slowly...strained.

But, movement is done... pressing on.

Desires fill the dimensions of the mind.
Searching for the illusion of contentment...
that the heart fails to find.
Difficult to not rest in a world of resentment...
when the soul is plagued by bitterness
for the goals not achieved yet.

And still, I continue... full of hope.

In my mind, I can hear my soul as it cries.
My spirit puts for the effort...
daily a plethora of tries.
Closer than what I was, but still such a long way to go.
Constantly reminded of where I came from.
Deviating my attention, looking back, while I journey down the road.

Yet, somehow... it's hope that soothes my soul.

Precious melody... life, love, giving...
don't allow jealousy... to interrupt your flow.
Envy, malice, regret, vengeance...
all viruses whose intent is to infect, make you less than whole.
Let us not forget... strife...
the thief of peace in your life.
Of that, and those, learn to let go.

Basically, in the midst of it all...
Where all my dreams, desires, and aspirations lie...
Be it if I fall or soar...
live a life of fulfillment or embittered die.
I give it all to you, Lord
My surrendered life.


~Flowriter