the midst of hurry

In the rush of college, work, and life's embrace,

I'm tired, seeking a different pace.

Yearning for words, a dance in the rain,

To write my story, break the chain.

A longing stirs within my soul, 

a yearning for a life less ordinary, 

where the rhythm of my existence is not dictated by the hurried beats of society's rat race.

Dreams of books, a marriage vow,

Kids' laughter, cooking Whole Foods somehow. nurturing not just the body but the soul.

Working hard, breaking the mold,

Following Jesus' steps, a story untold.

I crave the solace of crafting poetry, 

forging words into my own symphony. 

A desire to birth books that carry the imprint of my thoughts, 

to dance carelessly beneath the rain's surface, 

to immerse myself in a world where each droplet tells a tale of His grace. 

A vessel for love, a purposeful stride,

I aspire to be more than a mere traveler; 

I yearn to be a vessel, 

a advocate for the divine whispers of the Holy Spirit. 

To breathe in love, to exhale purpose

In this journey,

let simplicity be my guide, let passion be my mission.