Poems & PrayersPoems & Prayers

My prayers are my poems are my prayers. Ive always relied on logic to make sense of myself and the world. A prescriptionist at heart, Ive always looked to reason to find the rhyme, the practical to get to the mystical, the choreography to find the dance, the proof to get to the truth, and reality to get to the dream. Ive been finding that tougher to do lately. Its more than hard to know what to believe in; its hard to believe. But I dont want to quit believing, and I dont want to stop believing in . . . humanity, you, myself, our potential. I think its time for us to flip the script on whats historically been our means of making sense, and instead open our aperture to enchantment and look to faith, belief, and dreams for our reality. Lets sing more than we might make sense, believe in more than the world can conclude, get more impressed with the wow instead of the how, let inspiration interrupt our appointments, dream our way to reality, serve some soul food to our hungry heads, put proof on the shelf for a season, and rhyme our way to reason. Forget logic, certainty, owning, or making a start-up company of it; lets go beyond what we can merely imagine, and believe, in the poetry of life.