Begin, Again

I begin again, as seasons turn,
And in the beginning there is always a Word,
and the Word repeated becomes my thinking,
it navigates, and guides my way,

Regains for me that loving feeling,
till love bleeds to influence me and my daily decisions,
Projects from my lips
and reflects in my actions,
that with repetition,
become good habits,
Embracing me as a priceless identity,
My most distinguishing characteristic,

One by which I stand out among the many,
renewed by my commitment to this Love
and faith that feeds this drive,
Not just to stay alive,
But to arrive at the Energy of my destination,

Where all that I believe for
greets me full on Heaven's shores,
A faithful victor in the war,
steady in prayer, and jeweled with the spirit,
I am Home and staying for the occasion,
Flaunting a cherub scent,
Wrapped of royal robes,
and in the soft invisible skin
of my faith's elevation

© 2009 Arkay Evans