When the world held its breath
In the quiet reflections, within those impenetrable walls
When all stood still, the walls whispered back my thoughts
A reckoning came; I faced the hollow man I had become
The silence screamed, and the emptiness echoed
Where did he go? What happened to him?
He who was once renowned, now forgotten
Faded into obscurity: a prodigal’s exile
A lost voice, a shadow of a great man
A yearning and desire burned within me
To return to a place that once knew my name
Now trying to find an anchor point
Something to ground me; new roots
My talents are still in abundance
Now seeking a place to offer them.
The harvest in bounty: the labourers few
It was time to rise and journey back or ahead
Occassional Glimmers
Still pursuing the fellowship of brethren
A place to serve and offer up talents
Between deployments and redeployments
From home to distant far away lands
Appearing in the side-lines once in a while
A fleeting glimmer, a moment of hope
Yet vanishing as quickly as it came
A spark, then the light fades away
A Quiet Moment of Introspection
I miss that dreamy eye, unencumbered boy
So young, so innocent, too pure for this world
Full of vitality, beaming, radiating with quiet energy
Not tethered, not tied down- yet not free
Now grown—fleeting moments of light and shadows
Scarred, some wounds stitched, others still bleeding
A few are hidden in silence, still waiting to be named
Still, I forge on and press forward—aluta continua
The boy’s light may have dimmed
Yet a flicker of that ember remains
All hope is not lost; it still lingers on
Merged with a nuanced sense of age
That ember quietly glows in the dark
Drawn towards a place it still remembers
Listening for a voice once familiar
Guiding the first step toward a waiting door.
