Waiting to share . . .
It comes in frustration, closed "open" minds
all around, some with amorphous boxes
to fit you into, others' boxes small, hip-hung,
strung out on opinion and self, both gunning.
Head hung low, deep breath, raising head for
one more day of the same, looking for just one
whose mind, still, wants only truth and knowing
glory will follow, beyond hills & mountains of the sun.
I reach out & find only air, just out of reach,
one who came looking, labels/categories waiting,
who found no purchase, but still applied
unto one who freedom found, unquestioned . . .
. . . from deep within.
Truly free now, waiting to share the utmost
where no labels or boxes will ever follow. - *selah*