I go to sleep without the idea that I may never wake up again. Not thinking about the belief that today will be my last. Everything tells me my home is never meant to be everlasting or even an understanding of a mans home with a roof, but a place where I feel alive and free, more than the nature of temporary portrayal through the eyeglass of these human eyes.
The progress of faith shows beyond physical limit.
What terrifies me is that my love will stop. Not for others or even what I believe in, but for it’s direction. As I’m sure many have tasted the extent of their love, and even what has happened when a misdirected love finishes it’s course.
Where it will take me, and where it might not. I’ve loved many people and adventures that have taken me to better myself as a trusting ragamuffin, for the breathtaking measure of faith and love.
The journey for me will never end.
With all these stories around me and from me, I can only wait for the resounding sound of my ending run.
I would never choose a different life or even a different path though.
The toil is known.
The discomfort of choices the willingness to be who I need to be for an image of unabashed love from someone meaningful.
If my life, my heart, and the home I dwell at, shows the measure of beauty for a faithful loved filled life, I’ll take the pains, the lost love, the doubt of myself, and the discomfort…ten fold.
No matter my moment of weakness or the actions that make me fall to the lower levels of this home, I will daily rise.
Make this home for the distraught and ill loved lives.
The ones that are worn or tired from a lifestyle of darkly laid plans.
I’ll fall asleep every night with the idea of eternal life, flashing through my eyes at the rate of flashes in times of dark strife.
My heart is big enough, my home is meant for it.
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Posted on June 28, 2010
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