A poem

-My thoughts contain a terrible beauty.
-The things that I just cannot see.
-Hopes, fears, dreams, love,
-These terrible beauties appear to me.

-First I see the things I hope,
-Fame and glory and perfect peace.
-These things I wish could come to pass,
-Are hoped in vain to say the least.
-Yet here I stand with hopes held high.
-I ever hope despite the odds.
-For if we have no thing to hope,
-What more are we then empty bods?

-And now I see all of my fears;
-Rejection, loneliness, receiving hate.
-The horrors that still grab me so,
-The wrenching feeling I cannot sate
-And even though the battle's won,
-My demons insist on coming out.
-But I will put away these fears away,
-And then my dreams I'll think about.

-I see the things I long to be.
-Father, leader, husband, friend,
-Loving, selfless, patient, kind,
-The list goes on, there is no end.
-These are things that may come true,
-If I can ever persevere.
-But I can't do it on my own,
-And so I choose to let you steer.

-And now I think of you my love.
-The most terrible beauty of them yet.
-For no matter how hard I pursue,
-Love, always away will get.
-It anguishes this soul of mine
-Not knowing when my love will come,
-Or how it will appear to me.
-I wish this feeling could be numbed

-And then I think of my God above,
-And do recall your perfect plan.
-And now I see I have no right
-To these thoughts, for I am man.
-And so I put away these things,
-Because you are so good to me.
-I approach tomorrow with a smiling face.
-I fully give my thoughts to thee.