NYC

These city sidewalks I progress down
like an endless vacuum, suction out the
souls of the hopeless patrons of daily life.

If I am to be their glimmer of hope,
then let my smile be their saving grace.
Let my words be their inspiration to go on.

Allow all that I am to be not only for myself,
but those who need to see a glimpse of your face
through me.

If I am to be a vessel,
then fill me with enough compassion and determination
to change this city.

If you see me fit into your great plan here,
then I will more than happily follow.
To be obedient is my faithful promise.

If I am to be your hands and feet,
then allow me to use my scars and stories
to be able to tell about yours.

Your story has an unfinished ending,
like the rest of us here.
Your story will never end so long as your name is lived for.

As this will be my goal in life,
let me find others who also
want to continue the narrative.

Maybe we, as a church,
like the candles lit in a darkened cathedral,
can shine a light into the starless souls within this city.

Your will be done,
but only through the obedience of those
called to pick up and go.

Finding my passions within your plan
will map out my future
for your future's story.