I Thirst

I want to be an artist
Giving shape to the beauty 
That lives like a restless child 
In my mind

I long to touch music
So that sweet notes
Flow through my fingers
On strings and keys

To write the great novel
That carries readers
Into worlds yet
Discovered

Then the poem
To open doorways
To the heart's
Caverns

I want to be a contemplative
Who sits with soft
Ease amidst the
Swirling tides

then a prophet 
Who climes towers
To warn those 
Nearing the precipice

The father
Whose wisdom
Holds space for His children 
to remember who they are

The friend
Who can be woken
In the middle of the night
To give comfort empty of advice

I want to know the source 
Of this great thirst
To discover the 
Headwaters of this river

Flooding a wide delta
Within my soul
Spilling into to the vast sea 
Of inconsummation

In the pause I 
Remember I am 
All this, only
In fated and
Perfectly 
Flawed 
Abundance

TLC