Strength
(Originally posted at http://mcory.wordpress.com/2007/10/27/strength-v-2 on 10/27/2007)Strength
I wish to once again enjoy
The naiveté of youth.
To feel the sun of unbroken dreams
Dance softly on my face
To look skyward to a future yet unclouded
By the storms of yesterday.
I wish once more to see the sunrise
And think it just for me,
That birds performed their songs
So I could hear,
That flowers bloomed
So I could see
To live again with youthful arrogance
Unhumbled by life,
Unhindered by time.
I wish to walk within the halls
Of the schools I merely suffered
To hear the lectures I ignored,
To listen better so I could enjoy
What has become the present
And not some faceless future
I’d never see.
To know then what I know now:
The magnitude of my ignorance.
I pray thee give me strength to find
The path I somehow lost.
Ignore the fact I turn from you
When daylight paints the walls
And the fears and pains of night are gone
And again I can paint the smile
Those around me need to see.
I pray thee give me strength to live
The life that I should love.
Ignore that come tomorrow
When night has passed again,
And the prayers I mutter in the dark
And what I promise in return
Are echoes of forgotten oaths.
Ignore that I’ll forget this night
When life regains its normal course,
But give me strength I pray.
Once more to feel the laugh
That stems from inner peace
To no longer tear myself apart
Fighting against myself,
Along side myself,
And not for myself.
I pray thee give me strength.
Strength to stand aside
And let you plot my course
To let the winds fill the sails,
And take me where they will.
I pray thee give me strength.
Or strength to take the helm
To send the crew below decks
And fight the storm
Till only it or I remain.
I pray thee give me strength.
Or strength to reclaim that dear arrogance
To forget what I have learned
And resume the life of the naïve youth
That knew he could change the world.
I pray thee give me strength.
Or strength to take it in the teeth,
To smile my crooked smile
To change my dreams to suit the world
And admit that’s all that I can do.
I pray thee give me strength.
Strength to stand,
Or strength to fall.
I pray thee give me strength.
Yet Another Quickie
Can’t write a whole lot today; been house-sitting (well, apartment sitting) for the weekend and it’s time to pack before the Mrs. and I get on our way to work. But, I did want to drop a quick post just for kicks.No programming stuff today — I’m a bit burnt out and I’m trying to save what little is left for work. Worked for most of the weekend and put in almost 12 hours yesterday trying to get a patch released, so right now coding is not top priority.
Moving back home has given me quite a bit of … inspiration? Almost, but not quite. Anyways, I’ve had a lot of story ideas brewing in the back of my mind since I got out here — some “real life” stuff, some fantasy/sci-fi stuff. I know I have at least one story — hopefully a full novel — that’s set out here that I’ve been letting simmer for a while now; it’s not quite ready to show itself just yet, but it’s getting closer.
Anyways, I need to start getting ready, so I’m cutting this one short. Just wanted to get something written down; haven’t paid this thing much attention lately.
Off to smoke.
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