Spiritual Unrest

Like the knight of wands,
my mind momentarily dances...
Then prances on.
In search for truths
I can use in my goings ons...
Like a flame to the dark,
imparted,
to lay claim to the path
that lies before me.
What shall my eyes see?

My story is still unfolding,
in truth...
the truth is still marching on.
So now that I've chosen
to view the proof
with no blinders on.
I'm constantly reminded of those,
I've left slain behind me.
Like a flame to the flesh...
The pain doesn't rest.
But what I've gained,
is what's best.
Change.
#SpiritualUnrest

~dp~