Some say I’m just a fragile flower born in a war zone.

Some say I am a dreamer disconnected from the endless now.

Some never understood a single word I said.

Some even run away because they think I am a mess.

Others seem to think I’m made of rock.

Others can’t help but wonder how I got so far.

Others can feel the sound I hold within.

Others revive when they are around me.

What am I made of?

You might ask…

I’m made of sorrow and regret

Transformed into beauty and richness.

I’m made of love and immersing waters.

And a deep, blue, wide sky of impressions.

I’m made of cascades, resounding sounds.

I’m made of hope and faith gone wild.

I am a tree grown on a rock

For some too fragile, for some too rugged.

What am I made for?

You might ask…

I’m made for great unmeasurable tasks.

I’m made for bold and timeless stuff.

I’m here for an extent of time

To teach the world how to be wild.

Created for an unseen world

I live my life in defiance of

The fierce systems of this earth

That try to cage the hungry soul.

I’m here for you, so hear me well.

You are alive, purposed and great.

You’re made of light and after a while

You’ll be right back with your Light Father.

You’re a free spirit, well, you see

You’re here to change some heavy things.

It won’t be easy, but keep in mind

You are untamable, you came from God.