On the Way Home

I couldn't sleep last night. My mind was racing with words and ideas, writers and poets. Probably it was the black coffee I sipped earlier in the evening. (Take note, evening. I usually forget that coffee keeps me awake till the wee hours every time I take it after 4pm.) Or perhaps it was who prepared the coffee. You see, I'm no poet. But last night, of all the things to do in the world (i.e. clean my room, reorganize my disorganized cabinets, read the new books I got from the book fair), I decided to grab a sketch pad and a pencil, and write a poem at 1:30 in the morning.

Here goes. (Bear with me, I'm no Shakespeare or Bishop.)


On the Way Home
by Mitzi Joyce Uy

I enjoy the walk
through pages of a book,
curl up cozy
in a nook.

Everyday I swim
in vast open waters
God has created
to fill my thirst.

I love to hop
on fields of ideas
that come to life
when God says -- "Yes."

I long to run
and finish the race
so I may
see Jesus' face!

While in this adventure
I glide and stride
joyful and content
by my Father's side. :)