I see tomorrow,
Countless morrows
With intertwined sorrows.
I remain far behind,
For my tomorrow
Is not yet written,
Except in the book
Of ageless wonder.
In the determination
Of retaining hope
That joy is found
In the trials of today,
And tomorrow becomes
Its true treasure,
A new beginning.
In today’s world
Is to inspire
And invigorate
Those that follow,
Refreshing others
In spite of chaos,
Rearranging order
In the midst
Of impasse.
Is to take
A road forsaken
By many
Because of personal cost,
The price of
Servanthood.
One follows
First the path
Of a learner,
Tuning in to
The heartbeat
Of staff varied,
With their myriad
Emotional hues.
Of conversion arises,
To synthesize
Attained knowledge
Into a visible presence
That motivates
And moves staff
From the plateau
Of ordinary tasking
To the peak
Of extraordinary performance.
Of a true leader
Is the ability
To guide with wisdom
And insight,
While daring
To be visionary
In breadth and scope.
My brain woke up.
It walked away,
Turned around,
Stared me down,
And said quite clearly,
Come on, let’s go.
People dying,
You’ve a purpose,
Let’s go.
Let’s go,
Down days,
Good days,
Let’s go,
It’ll work out.
We left,
My brain and I,
For a destiny
Still unfolding.



















