We cannot let the challenges of this life cause
us to shrink back into fear or addiction or worse - to paralyze us. We
must rise to the challenge. Use it as an opportunity to stretch ourselves
to places we didn’t think we could go before, to learn, to grow, and to trust.
—Stephanie
My Way Home
The light shines but I can’t
see it.
Darkness is all around me.
Please send someone to bring the light close
That I might find my way home.
—Stephanie
The
Path
Where did you ever want to go?
Did you have dreams, do you know?
Back and forth
this well-worn trail
The way is clear, you cannot fail
You reach each end and then turn back
Your life defined upon this track
Marching with your cardboard sign
Your drummer beats a different line
Each day you walk to earn your fare
Along this
path to nowhere.
—Mack
Flying
I fly
I fly my sign
I fly it in the rain, the cold, the snow, and heat
Alone on the corner, I stand with my sign
the one I fly
I hide
I hide my true self
The pain, the grief, despair, humiliation
Those things I feel - behind my sign
the one I fly
I die
I die each
day
Death steals my dreams, my hopes, my future
My life
I mourn behind my sign
I lie
I lie on my sign
Food, money, work, anything helps
My needs go far beyond
What I write on my sign
See past my sign
See past it to the one who stands behind
Read the truth not written
Lonely, forsaken,
desperate, afraid, lost, destitute, abandoned, empty -
Help
I fly
I fly my sign
I fly it in the rain, the cold, the snow, and heat
Alone on the corner,
I stand with my sign
the one I fly
—Stephanie
The Door
There is something out there
It has to be for me
I keep waiting, looking for it
Am I too blind to see?
I think of what it looks like
and what it means to me
I
stand before the door and knock
I need to find the key.
I thought I had the key one time
It opened up the door
And when I stepped inside the room
I
found it had no floor
The windows there were much
too high
I could not see outside
On every wall were doors and doors
There was no place to hide
I tried my key in every lock
All opened save but one
And
this must be the door I want
The one that must be done
Sometimes I think to wonder
If I’ve always had the key
But once the door was open
It
made no sense to me
So I keep going door to door
To visit, not to stay
Until that door will fit my key
I lock my life away
—Mack