I Tire
What long wind
Wind the
Valley my spirit
Is hiking, tired
And worn? What
Up hill does my
Bicycle tread and
Slowly climb? What
Noodle legs buckle
In the marathon
I run, cut short. Boots
Of agony, tires of
Exhaustion, and sneakers
Of suffering. To
Be is to take step by
Step by step. Each
Foot forward, with
Resistance of numb limbs
Tired by sickness and the
Labor of long suffrage.
I tire.
Day, after day, after day,
Week after week
Dragging on and on.
Inhale, exhale.
Inhale, exhale.
Each breath slowly
Taken. Grasping
And grabbing monotonously
Despite what ails
Day in and day out.
I tire
I beg thee Nay! Lo, I
See a beam from afar.
Outside of self-inflicted egoism
And the centrifugal force created by
The ego working for self to
Recover. A shaft of light
Dancing in the distance.
A young child, dancing and
Laughing. I'¦can't quite see
Who'¦what'¦who'¦? It, no
She is getting closer. But'¦
I tire!
The laughter, the love, what
Angelic creature awaits for my future.
What child is this? Mine? Everybody's?
She is so young! Getting closer.
So filled is this young one with
Life. So filled with promise of
Lineage fulfill. To walk down
The isle and give her away to
Her man. Wake up! I want to
Visage that event, and then
Give in to the tired.
But lo, I tire beyond what
I have ever known. I ache from
The awake. I hurt to lay back and
Sleep that slumber which can only
Be shaken by the Master and his return.
Please return me to my home,
So I may rest in your loin, and
Sleep in your arms. I only ask
And hope that it will be soon.
I ask soon because I tire. I don't know
How long I can continue,
I know what you are asking
And my reaction is but one'¦
I tire.
To bypass this opportunity is all
For You, and them. I know that
There are no guarantee that the
Fight will work anyway. But
Yet, I am sure of what you would wish
For me. To fight for my loved ones,
And the ones I love that I have yet
To meet. Grant me vision to inspire
To write books, to live a life that
Inspires my family and loved ones, but
Most of all, inspire my Father. In his
Grace and mercy, of which I yearn to
Obtain. I long for my promised rest.
I long for my Masters arms. I hunger
To lay prostrate before my Creator
Singing songs, psalms, and hymns
Appropriate to his greatness, in a new
Gift of a body, emulated with my
Resurrection. A body built for
Worship. A body built for Love.
But as of now'¦
I tire.
