Has that which is for me resigned
Or been absolved of its duties?
Does the weight I fight grow heavy
To make way for young beauties?
Must I sigh and disembark
As my reservation has expired?
Are my offers all exhausted
As I find myself increasingly tired?
With dreams only present in the past
Is my warrior -will now waning
With nostalgia my companion
Through all my life remaining?
Do I turn resigned to gratitude
Seek peace and make amends
Release what hopes mock and linger
Bring close to me my loves and friends?
Can a sprout of life and all things new
Push through my fashioned winter
Or henceforth my branches only break
To dust spare none, not even splinter?
The answer is not buried here
Nor from the sky will it fall
But is only known with faith and spring
And the hearing of my call
So I must listen. I must sway
Through yet another storm
Until my resting is complete
And my life is safe and warm.
My yearning for another world
Will shift from doom to weather
Revealing gifts beyond the haze
God’s will for me forever