Our Way

nailed to
my convictions
one hand
pierced by the desire
to squeeze all the
juice from life
and the other hand
lending itself
to those who need it

stretched too far
but hanging on
tied to the promise
(trying not to break)
of serving others
while I try to
discover
uncover
reveal
(it's concealed)
who I really am

we all hang there
struggling
with the Son
shining on in glory
and someday
we too,
will find our way