Dream Sequence: Field of Dreams

Every so often, when I close my eyes,
I see a little boy that refused to grow up.
Living wild and about in the magical forest.
Food is abundant, grass is comfortable,
perfect weather to lie down and fall asleep.
In search of a dream, more like a fantasy,
of friends, of love, of purpose.
Terrified in the presence of thunder, fire, storms...anger.
Hiding, running and crying.
All of this inside an aging body.
Responsibility weighs down heavily each year.
Looking for someone to hold hands and take a step towards the exit,
out unto the open fields, of hardship and challenges
Fields of reality, where pain and suffering runs rampant.
A place of critical need, where I belong, where I will grow up

Fishbowl

I'm living in a fishbowl.
The whole world is watching, asking, 
"What's that Christian gonna do?"
I will carry on, wait for my crown.

Carry On

"But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God - having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with them.

But as for you, continue in what you have learned and have become convinced of, because you know those from whom you learned it, and how from infancy you have known the holy Scriptures, which are able to make you wise for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus." 2 Timothy 3:1-5, 14-15

Such is the last days, such is the direct reflection shown upon us.
Each thought is reality somewhere in the world.
Such sufferings, such helplessness lives among us.

Flickering

I know I will shine someday.
Just don't let it fade away until then.

Titles and Positions

Everytime I heard a siren, I would look around to see what happened.
Nowadays, though it takes a couple of seconds,
I realize that I am living at a hospital, and that it is normal for such a noise.
Being a doctor was never a job. I guess you grow into one.
Being a Christian was never a title.
It was a lifestyle.

Heavenbound

For a brief moment, my eyes fade and my vision clears.
A gray mass with dissipating colors.
I see clouds of darkness shrouded over the people.
All shout in pain, yet no sound is heard therein.
Lonliness is natural, possibly the worst best friend.
But stoicity is broken by a man.
Seemed like the sun followed him, rather its orbit.
He left his crusted self, danced around until a day.
As music stopped in his head, he saw his surroundings.
A recognition, depression.
He knockes, prods pushes and pulls to no avail.
As he reaches his end of time, he falls to his knees.
Lifted up, wings had grown
I look upon myself and see my freedom breathing heavily.
So I chip away my ceiling, letting light soak through life, shedding love.

Desiderata By Max Ehrmann

Desiderata By Max Ehrmann

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be critical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.