Be graceful with the intelligence God has given you
be swift with wisdom
and understanding with the passion all bestowed upon your heart
let the path guide you
as you stumble and are weak
let the calling lift you up
let your passion illuminate your joy
let the flame grow in the wind
for a candle can set fire to a field and can only grow with the wind of opposition.
those who have opposed you cause you more growth than those who watch as a passion consumes a heart.
How are you able to survive the life you have been given
When your heart hangs from a string.
Tangled around your feet you stumble.
But you seem so very humble.
What has caused the passion for the pain around you?
Let me fill that dark void with the stars from my sky.
Maybe the light will guide you and illuminate
the hanging arteries in your chest.
This is where you heart lie,
And here is the piece of you I find.
The hot glowing ash from my cigarette caught the hand of the wind and was guided into my eye.
Street lights melting into my perception, the bass from my music had been silenced, silenced by the chaos of the wind.
As the wind screamed by my ears I could not hear anything around me.
The wind whispers something among the chaos.
“Silence is the key, pride is the letdown, being humble is the joy.”
Then I quickly noticed the wind was not screaming, but instead it was silencing my insecurities, and hiding my fears from my heart.