I reside at the In-Between,
Just like the hyphen
joining those two words,
A silent flatline
in the midst of two worlds.

Nobody chooses In-Between,
Its vague monotony
is too loud to bear,
Each passing minute
confusing and yet, bare.

The frustration of In-Between
is knowing I’m the bridge
connecting them as one,
and longing to be both
but belonging to none.

Those who were born without wings
can never know the taste of the
sky

Me, I fly up in the air and
can never understand that dreams can
die

Faith is real substance
Of things not yet seen
Not seen by my eyes
But my mind, clear and keen

Faith requires action
And focus I must
Faith is creation
With God whom I trust

By faith worlds were framed
And this power I choose
To frame my own world
And the wealth I can use

Faith gives me vision
A more excellent way
To discern the right acts
What to do - what to say

I’ll practice this faith
And grow in this skill
For my “Eye of Faith”
All my dreams will fulfill

Because you are
         A whole universe is
         I am addicted to you
Because I am

Once upon a little day
The Earth Martians alien
Spy hide by of moonlight
What in the worlds there starlights



Copyright 2019 Joyce Joadiyce