I embrace my faith like a dog with a bone
clinging to it
my anchor in life’s rough seas
where the waves crash and howl
and the night swallows the stars.
Patience by my side
like an old friend
we’ve walked these streets together
through the rain and the grime
the bars and the broken dreams.
We share cigarettes and stories
laugh at the absurdity of it all
knowing the world doesn’t owe us a thing.
In tempests of trouble’s storm
when the world spins out of control
I cast off fear
like an empty bottle
God guides my heart
a compass in the chaos
steady and sure.
I find my way
stumbling sometimes
but always forward
always reaching
for that sliver of light
that promise of dawn
in a city that never awakens from its deep sleep
where hope hides in the cracks
and faith dances in the shadows.
The streets are a labyrinth
full of lost souls and forgotten dreams
but I walk them with purpose
head held high
eyes on the horizon
heart beating with the rhythm
of something bigger
something unseen.
I pass the drifters and the dreamers
the ones who have given up
and the ones who still fight
and I nod to them
a silent salute
a shared understanding
that life is a brutal dance
but one worth dancing.
In the quiet moments
when the chaos recedes
and the world is still
I feel it
that divine grace
lifting me
pushing me forward
reminding me
I am not alone.
The city hums with a low constant murmur
a discordant melody of lives intertwined
each note a story
each chord a struggle.
But in the cacophony
there’s a harmony
a sense of something greater
something holy.
I embrace faith strong
like a dog with a bone
clinging to it
my anchor in life’s rough seas
where the waves crash and howl.
Patience by my side
like an old friend
we walk these streets together
through the rain and the grime
the bars and the broken dreams.
(c) Richard Gordon Zyne