The Present

Why does it take
two feet walking
or
one heart resting 
to see the world
for its present and humble truth?

Stagnant we sink
wallowing in what if's
the should's 
the could's
Doubting ourselves
for what we have never done
what we aren't doing
and what we will never do 

Where is the freedom
inside this cage?
No matter the size
or the company it keeps

Where is the believer
who sees between the bars?
Even when he can't escape
to be amongst the broken 

The broken
who walk "free"
Eyes blind 
to the desperate prison 
they have created 
For their friends
For their followers 
For themselves 

So for those who are able
Sit
For those who are willing
Stand
For those who are seeking
Walk

Breathing in the blessing
of our most precious gift
Whether in locomotion 
or grounded to the earth 

Hold strong to the present 
for the present 
will always hold strong
to you