My journey is no extra-ordinary.
My pathway is not of a lesser way
I toil the soil like a courageous boy
I float like a buoy but I submerge like an alloy
My aspirations are with complications
Like changing times with arduous application
I nimble especially during the time when I don’t tremble
I stumble when seemingly, I cannot hurdle
My values and virtues emanate from intrusion
Comparable from my faith and my soul that are inseparable
I live by believing and not merely by seeing
I learn to hope, the blessed hope
My pains and aches are part of my forming
The more excruciating the result is far reaching
I abide in myself in my simple abode
I am not alone because to the Lord God Almighty I belong
My heart is sometimes deceiving
My mind is always wandering
My focus is sometimes wavering
But I am always hoping for the “Blessed Hope” is coming.