maybe I migrate
and resettle my flock
alight on the crest
of a new sparkly spot
maybe I move
to an island divine
that’s loved more than most
by the stars and sunshine
maybe I drift
on a river’s raft, free
and spend my days thinking
up quips well at ease
maybe I trek
or wander or leave
with dreams undone left
in the dust behind me
maybe I transit
to this orb’s very lip
I could hop it by bus
or by train or by ship
and if I’m delayed
or my flights are all booked
maybe I’ll see
the Creator’s input
for His peerless plans
do move, and do shift
and my courage will rise
to make good on His gift
that content I could be
in the place He designs
for His destination
transcends all of mine

I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength. – Philippians 4:12-13

image: Stars by Mayfield Parrish, 1926

Some writings are tough. This was one. I’m not sure it’s finished yet, but felt it was ready to share.  Thanks especially to M, B, B & S – This poem is much improved due to your feedback.