Confused and Broken
At times in deep thought, I feel confused and broken,
All I want to do is give my life away to those in need.
I care more for others than I care for me,
I love people, young and old, the loud and the soft spoken.
If I know that they suffer, I pray for their help, God’s speed.
And while in prayer miracles I see.
This is enough to make me feel happy.
How can I neglect the man on the street?
By giving him money and sharing a token.
I see him filled with pride and glee.
I wonder if I am normal or when my time will arrive.
Many are their numbers and those who you meet,
Seem helpless and sick but sharing a desire to be alive.
As I think and draw within myself further inward,
I look for calmness and peace to fill my heart.
And how much more to do as God’s helping steward.
I see the need if we all began to play the part,
To be a person who is filled with charity,
This world might become heaven on earth.
Change for good can occur so rapidly.
If we could follow the path of our priestly birth,
To become whom that we follow,
Let Christ the King be first
Written: 2-23-2010
Copyright by Benito J Cantu, poemas de cantubj
(2010)
Meditation ties body and soul, knowledge comes from the source which is known, become all you be and look into your future to see.
