All is Well

Walking in the crowd
which is screaming back so loud
of who I am
or should be

Lord, who is me
am I green
or grey or blue
am I what I see
or what I do
or who I know
or how I grow

and then

with curtains pulled back
the world folds
buildings fall
trees become small
and at the core
is a seed
the one thing I need

and its you

believing in
and loving
when nothing is warranted
and yet everything gained
midst the great growing pains
of pushing through this earth
past the crust
the crushing hearth
that keeps us back from you

Lord, knowing myself
my quirks, my ticks, my wants
I see
that all along
I thought myself someone else
and tried to squeeze inside that hole
that unfit mold
only to find that is not right
or even mine
but there is a better one with time
not kept in one place in one way
but different

and the key turns
my heart set free
which flies with a turn
singing "weeeeee"
ready to tell
the world that finally, for a moment,

all is well.

On a related vein- check out this great blog by Christine Caine on Identity Theft.