Faith, Inner Strength and Rebirth

By Rosh Williams

Never had much 

Nor do I now.

I never will crave more than what I need.

Not much in my pocket,

But still – I offer a hand if you need.

Rich in my thoughts,

Rich in discipline.

Born with a heart so full – 

To understand,

To feel deeply.

I welcome all with open wings,

But when balance fades,

I burn the bridges.

For the faith I hold in these wings

Is stronger than anything in this world.

No one can steal the courage or the fire within me.

Each day, 

a whisper reaches my soul:

I was born to fly high,

To heal the souls 

the world left behind.

My purpose in life 

Is far greater than anyone’s bank balance.

I carry stories within me – 

Born from the pulse of living, 

Each one a lesson

Etched by time and truth.

I may not hold riches in my hands,

But my spirit offers Prescence.

I will stand beside you,

And reach out my hand,

So, you may hold it tightly – 

and walk with courage,

with purpose,

with faith in your own light.

I hit the bottom of the deep ocean.

I struggle to catch my breath,

As rough waves rose and roared,

Threatening to pull me under.

I closed my eyes – 

and someone whispered again 

I am born to fly high,

To heal the souls the world left behind.

I opened my eyes wide,

Searching for a way,

Yet, 

I neither knew how to swim 

Nor surf the storm.

So, I closed my eyes once more – 

and trusted the faith within me,

I listen to the voice of the waves,

Felt the weight of the water on my skin,

And somehow, it brought me peace

To my heart, my mind, my soul.

And in time,

The same rough waves

That once tried to drown me 

Carried me gently back to the shore 

By Rosh Williams