I wrote this about a year ago, and it's a little cheezy, but fits the frame of life I'm in at the moment:
To (fill in the blank)
It's always there-
hanging fragile
a nagging possibility
discontentment?
or merely
a desire, longing to
'live deliberately'
I have many fears- though
a path 'less traveled'
stands waiting. I close my
eyes not to settle for dreaming
but
grabbing hold
to what- I know not
and His majesty and I
jump
