The Builder

On my rugged raft,

 Sailing the rough, ungovernable current of change

I search for meaning

Something beyond the material

In the face of a dangerous and rugged shoreline

Tired of the grind and tasks that seem so menial,

I look for stability,

A place to rest;

Jesus is a lighthouse, I confess

I open my eyes further, and I see the truth,

There is more than one.

In each lighthouse,

The flame of liberation and radical acceptance

Housed by bricks of different cultural contexts;

Beyond the pretexts

I look into the subtext

And meet the light eye to eye

The great tragedy is thinking one house is better than the other

Instead of loving one another.

So much searching my mind,

So much searching to find me,

The right light to guide me;

But I was still lost

For the longest time,

Looking for my lost love in others,

As if it were anything other than my own;

You see, the kingdom of Heaven is within you,

Take a look within and come home

I release the weight of my ego and let the present lift my sails

I embrace the tide and let it guide me to the safety I've always had

Breath my anchor

I use the earth to mold my foundation

The product of many lessons and pain

You see, the rain feels nice sometimes, too

I choose to live my life intuitively

To love everyone, everything, god, and myself freely

To love it as one, under a single nation

Not as a transactional ritual, but a realization

There are many lighthouses

Today, brick by brick, I choose to build my own

With my heart's light to guide me home