The Pirate
The Pirate
This is an ongoing story,
about the limits of the library.
It can take you as far as you can go,
but it is the bible that takes you to forever.
In the meantime we are here.
Free to be, all that is silly or sad.
I choose the first and refuse the last.
Fear, has only the strength you give it.
Believe, and the boundaries of your cage,
will not just bend, or break...
they will disappear.
Now I don the hat,
the colored scarf of black and gold.
The raw idea, to feel, alive.
Poetry, stories, songs to write,
to sing, to share, to bring,
glory to the King.
His grace; gold!
His part in my life...
silver and frankincense.
How do I know,
the treasure of my heart,
found on the beach,
the ship waiting in the distance,
calling to me...
not once, but repeatedly;
to remember,
that I had forgotten,
or been told lies,
but that...my soul,
had worth.
It has worth.
That "I am..."
valuable,
to Him.
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