The Keeper

THE KEEPER

I am here in this world but I am not my own, for even my purpose is bigger; I know.

I see lifetimes before me who have done it all.

Yet I look at this life time of movement and flow, for finding purpose and learning to grow.

I need no assurance, or proof of love, for faith alone will guide my road.

I am my purpose and not my own.

I veer off track and attempt to escape, but hiding won’t do it for in my mind I know.

The depths of silence deliver the message of breath.

I am my purpose and not my own.

I hurt physically at the destruction I see, I feel the breaking of a soul and the cry of a child inside my core.

Who will save them, who will ever know? How will it happen, which way do we go?

It isn’t my journey! I thought.

I deny and beg to be released of this anger and pain, but even louder than my cries and a thundering heart; I hear it there so calming at dawn.

I am my purpose and not my own.

I scream, I seek, I search, I grow, I find, I AM.

It is me, but not me; it is within me, and I am the keeper.

I am here in this world but not my own, for even my purpose is bigger; now I know!

 

By: Cinthia Gambino

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