Potential

I feel a certain something

A movement of my soul

I don't know how to grasp the source,

just the form in which it came.

I yearn for visions I can't describe

But I feel them, nevertheless

They've been burned into my core design

Something grand I can't forget

At times I doubt, feel lost and sad

My desires never reaching fruition

But then a light, a recognized feeling, truth,

From the Lord—I know with faith I can.