I have skills
I have intelligence
I have proven courage
I am creative and imaginative
I have an easy way with people
I am moderately attractive
I am strong in action
I have access to resources
I am healthy
I have led
I have followed
I am experienced
Yet I sit
I am not lazy
I am accustomed to work
But now even marking white screen with black symbols is an effort
To what end
An act of faith, or a shot in the dark
I have
I have
I am
I am
Yet it all seems a mask, paper mache
Wire, paper, glue and hollow inside
Or perhaps a game played but no longer interesting
I seek a calling
A reason
A vision to manifest
A vocation to which I will submit the second half
A new reality on which to focus what I have and who I am
That I may be remade, renewed, restored, and redeemed
I want to be alive before I die
In submission to the true calling of my Soul
I will find my freedom