a bid farewell

a bid farewell
to the ones i no longer carry...

fear
of what will be,
and who will see,
of where i’ll walk,
and what they’ll talk.

pride
of who i be,
and who will see,
of where i’m best,
disregard the rest.

shame
of who i be,
and who doesn’t see,
of all the lack,
and failures stacked.

a bid when dry
needing these to carry...

strength
for what will be,
and who i see,
a steady ground,
no matter what’s ‘round.

peace
whatever it be,
all, you always see,
an inner stillness,
and joy from fillness.

hope
for what could be,
what i dimly see,
for what seems cold,
give a small ember to hold.

and a bid far cry
to the ones who tarry...

purpose
in who i be,
from the one who sees,
the unique sound to make,
the appointed ground to take.

wisdom
in how to be,
and know what i see,
holy defined bad and good,
and walking how i should.

love
it’s you to be,
and you in me,
how to receive and let go,
come again to know.

a bid for abiding
in the light i carry...