Flashes

Flashes of vanity mingled with pride

Yet the flashes of doubt I try to hide 

Never facing the face inside 

Saying it's never known til it's tried

I say this knowing it's never true

Yet I ask myself, what's a man to do 

And there, the doubt comes peeking thru

As I resume the show put on for you. 

I struggle with the man I am to be

As I stand between this and reality 

As only part of me does plainly see

What's required of that which has made me

But how can one ever be sure 

And discern for himself what's beyond allure 

Sensing that while on this short tour 

A feeling of being made for much more 

But I feel the pull of all that I am 

By all the things that make me a man

And I try to ignore them the best that I can 

And I know that this is neighly a plan 

I thus have to change where I place my trust 

To not be led by mind or desire or lust 

And place treasure in God I know that I must 

Where no thief approaches nor moth corrupts 

So this is where I now sit and I pray 

And hope that night is turned into day 

So I can see my steps guided along this way 

And never more be self led astray.

Anonymous

Distance and time are booth same in that they separate you from me. For while you were with me yesterday, I know not where you are today; but you are Apart. But that should not be your name for you were not always such. But that name suffices as yours today?
And the truth is that had I known your name yesterday you may not have left. But regardless, would my knowing of it have made you someone else other than who you are? Would it have made your name be something that I know and that I could say to you both here and now.
I think that this is not the case.
So then, Apart you are. But you being Apart have taken a part of me with you. And while Apart is your name, you have had many faces. And I have seen you in many places and on many journeys. It's a chore that you, being Apart, seem to be the one that I know the best. And you know me better than any other as well.
But truthfully, you know me not at all. You think my name to be different than it is known to me. I would not dare venture to know what my name is to you as I fear knowing it would mean disaster.
The only thing that I venture to do on this day of days that touches on tomorrow. This day that has leapt from yesterday, this day that stands between whomever you know me as and Apart, this day whose boldness is not common and whose words are not heard. This day, who you, not knowing my name doesn't know exists.
Ha, this day that defines my words and gives ear to my name from whence on all shall know it.
This day that is so similar to days before but not. This day that is still an ordinary day to you my dear Apart. But, to another one, not just any one, but to the one, who had prayed for this day as well, who has waited for it. Who as been known as Apart, not because of her own distance from me, but because of a distance that was set by another. A distance of miles and time... A distance that I might overcome.
That I might be anew and might have a new name that you give me and that I might, me, be known anew. Today, this becomes my name, and tomorrow, it may come to be know too.