Take the Wheel

How disappointing

The choice

is no choice at all

The wish

to do what is best

what is right

and noble, for self,

is muddied

behind layers of paint.

I am flying blind

towards volcanic rock

unsure if there is a way

to veer off course

to avoid the fire.

I am drawn to the heat

but I do not trust the source.

I feel a light within

ignite.

inspired.

My Will, awakens

to fight again.

My Will

I thought she'd expired

given up

and gathered dust.

But you

in your destruction and voice

brings new life

even as I stay the course

towards disaster.

I release my grip

on the wheel

knowing my control had

never existed.

I place left hand on heart

and right, palm open,

lifted to the sky.

I open my eyes as 

wide as they go

and exhale the resistance
I hold.

My trust is not for you

in you

Though my heart beats

in your direction

Nor in left hand

covered and protected.

It is lifted high, in right,

towards God

to give Him reign, 

trusting that my ship

will carry me

home.