2010

Will I be remembered 

After I’m gone,

When I am nothing 

But ashes and bone?

Will someone recall 

That I walked this earth?

Did the world change

On the day of my birth?

This is the question

That beats with my heart

And drives all pursuits

And creation of art.

The refusal to look past,

Keeps me fettered and torn

Bound by the chains

Of the clothes that I’ve worn.

Looking to others

To celebrate and verify

That I am more

Than the singular I

Until I am willing

To look in the face

Of a Man who gave all

That I might have grace.

Embrace the doubts

That challenge my thought

And look toward the God

Who my freedom has bought

And leaving behind

The quest for mere fame,

Trust in His word and

Freedom proclaim.

Resting assured

There awaits something more,

When I leave this place

And pass through death’s door.