In Your Walk-Through Faith: Who Is Driving You?
Life is the reflection of the road; we will get to follow—
And that will always be more than what meets the eye
Or Seeing Eye to eye, with the eye of the very storm—
It ‘ll make the natural things, to no longer be the norm
And who am I, or you, to ask the same, old, question—
Others—may have already asked, a million times before?
While furthermore; why did that chicken cross that road? —
As if simplifying the depths, beyond, what we truly owed
It’s a lot like pondering at a mirror, but through the other guide—
How the same illusions, always reveals, exactly the same pride?
And so, if I could change one thing—it would only come to this—
I would love to hope, to go back to where home, is where my heart is
As only the heart knows, the road, where “The Way” leads to the other side—
Just as every sheep will hear the same voice—we too can drown out the same noise
As our future destiny is made, not by what we’ve done in the past, but in the present
For by definition, “the present” is a gift, and quite frankly, we will all need a lift
A reflection of the heart by Wilbert Dela Cruz
Copyright © Wilbert Dela Cruz | Year Posted 2025
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