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Here I Am

Here I am, blood, guts, and all, with everything behind, and everything ahead. I’ve walked this path for about seventeen years or so, and for the first time, I want to take things slow. My minds aswarmed with questions, What am I doing here? Who are all these people? What’s next, what’s that I hear? A community of brothers? Discussions, sharing, intimacy? What did I get myself into, Where’s the bus so I can leave? Then I feel the rock fall, in the pond of my soul, and before the ripples grow, I can already see That this place, this place! is the place for me! But the thorns of doubt are strong, and I wonder if my soil is enough For a beautiful plant to sprout and reveal to the world my flower For I am a garden Rocks, weeds, thorns and all, And I came here for one reason, To cultivate my garden. But one plant, one flower, Can’t do it alone. I need you now, my acquaintances to help me learn to call you brothers. For though we seem an arranged line, a row of identical seedlings, Each of us is special Whether red, white, brown, or purple And I do believe Our gardener planted us here for a reason To lean on, to share with, to not be alone. So here I am, Past, present, and all. Baring my soul for you, As a petal opens itself to rain. So don’t be afraid, Of the thickets or the shrubs We may all rise together, If we but shed our love. And though for me, This is the end of a beginning, the last chapter in my book, I hope you all are just starting, to bleed your ink into this brook. Trust me, I know it’s scary, I sat there, and there too. I was told coined clichés, told to be open, like you. And though I was slow at first, I began to flow like a river, coursing through the stories of my life, and all at once, crashing like a waterfall, Never looking back. So I hope, and I pray, that you take these words to heart: Be here with I AM, With every mind, body, and part. This could be your moment, this could be your waterfall, but before any of that, You have to watch someone jump off the cliff first. Here I am, Leaping for my life. Be with me, And you’ll never think twice.
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Written by
patrick-fisher
American
Published
Apr 22, 2013
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Junior Encounter, April 19 - 21, 2013. Dedicated to my group, Rosario Galante, Skyler Hassett, Patrick Maxwell, Jack Searl, Trace Jones, Walter Paul, Danny Fell, and Andy Simon. Love you guys.

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