String of Faith
The memories of the past
keep spinning in my head
like colorful strands of thread
that encourage me to live.
My youthful innocence
spin like playful strings.
I thought life was just a game and
colored by good- nights' dreams.
My family's support
when I was afraid to face the world.
Their words of wisdom
whenever I felt down and doomed.
My friends' pat on the back
when days were like nights.
Their guidance and encouragements
which led me to where I am.
My lover's kisses and
sweet promises
that nurtured my heart and
colored my life.
An old man told me I will weave some more
when I become older.
The strings of memories will become more colorful and longer
as I grow bolder and wiser.
Indeed, more memories spun
but most of them kept me tangled.
Black strings of testings and trials
Left me cryin' and dyin'.
I am a man now, a kid no more
I should work in order to be better.
No more playful strings
I should pass life's testings and pruning.
My friends are on their own journeys
Traversing the earth on separate ways.
No more shoulder to lean on
I should go on by my own.
No more strings attached
to my lover's heart.
She has her own life now
Tied to a better man's vow.
But I know I'm on the right path
The strongest of the strings that hold my world
is my faith that God will guide me spin
on and on... 'til the end.
Originally written December 20, 2012.
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