What makes me walk the path I walk,
What brings such joy to my face.
Some would call it light divine,
While others, saving grace.
I cannot put a name on this,
No label could ever fit
What I feel deep inside,
This flame that has been lit.
I could sing you songs most beautiful.
Recite to you breathtaking prose.
I could paint you a master's mural.
Explain the intracacies of a rose.
I could dance with faerie's enchantment,
Float above you on gossamer wings.
I could delight your every sight
With mysterious, magickal things.
Yet, none of these could compare
To what brings the light into my eyes,
That feeling of contentment
With a child's wonder and surprise.
I could collect all the texts
Of ancient myth and lore,
Dig deep in Egypt's sands,
Search the seas from shore to shore.
Yet, still I could not show you
What lies within my heart,
What peace is whispered to me,
What wisdom it does impart.
I listen to the questions
That everyone likes to ask,
And I do not bear a grudge
When my faith they put to task.
My beliefs are mine and mine alone,
My path not theirs to bear.
I smile in the face of their judgment,
For it is not I that should beware.
I have made my peace with who I am.
I know what is within me is true.
Why do I believe this way?
Oh, if you only knew.