I wanted to Dance on the boulevard but the pavement was cold and hard.
I wanted to be a Noble laureate but the elite intellect was indeed not art.
I wanted to preach to move the masses but they laughed at Godly wisdom.
So now I just want to live in quiet peace with the Truth that I’ve been given.
A flicker flame to a small dark house.
A small ray of sun on a cloudy day.
A log of fire to keep away the chill.
Or a keeper of The Holy Light that may light another’s way.