There are many things in my life that I
replay,
In order to calculate the exact moment in
which my decisions could have dominoed in to what serves as my life these days.
Everything that anyone could have possibly
wanted, I have had:
I’ve travelled,
Explored,
Educated,
Ephiphanised,
Been awed,
And gazed up at the sky,
As I
Watched time stand still.
Yet here I am again in this cyclical
process of having to let go,
And in spite of all the turmoil presented
in this place,
I can’t help but feel emotional.
What is this need that I feel?
This need that I need,
To serve as a teacher
To the young, while they are yet
To figure out who they are?
Is it because I am yet to figure out who I
am?
No,
Who I am, is not important to me anymore–
I’m not of importance,
When learning is for a purpose,
To educate others,
It’s so much more valuable.
Yet
In this place,
I have acquired so much knowledge,
I have understood so much more
About a passion that had always been of
secondary importance,
A subject I had happened into,
The
result of my teacher,
Who became a deterrent to my permanence in
another organisation I had nestled into…
And so letting go was forced…
What to do now?
What do I depend on now, to help trickle
time by?
How do I serve my need to be enveloped in
busy-ness?
So I don't become pointless?
Depend
on Him,
And
surely you will find meaning again.
So here’s to depending on Him,
It’s got me this far.
