Like snowflakes and pebbles and sand on the beach
With purpose and meaning each life its own hidden joy
Sing the songs of love and ride across the sun-drenched hills
Underneath it all, buried deep inside, I’m just a boy
Thoughts are never as captive as we’d like
Sliding down the strained webs of grim determination
In haste to flee the mixing pool of tormented reason
In doubt of that guarantee for careful consideration
Adrift on the swaying peaks of rock and earth
Rushing wind and endless miles of grandeur beheld
Yet a voice that whispers and tugs my soul
To walk the shadowed bower beneath the weald
Leap from the clouds and soar the hidden currents
As stone is riven from below and heaved skyward in fire
And the warbler perched in stillness abides in peace
That extends beyond the boundaries of my utmost desire
To cast that inner light, the glow from what’s within
Shine into the recesses of a world that often goes without
Not my own but what is given free is who I am to be
Walking the dappled path in plenty and in drought
Who I Am To Be
by Joe Stuart