in this moment

in this moment i'm tired.
like a wayfaring stranger i feel displaced
even amongst those i love
yearning to be different, to be change
leading in the revolution of God's kingdom
finding my place in the madness of life
with a plate so full my mind rarely rests
and its exciting
and its exhausting
and its displacing
seeking for things to coalesce into something greater i begin conversations with hope of fruit being produced only to the see the scattering of those i hope to conspire with. it's messy this life i lead and i question how and where the effort is spent with those around me. the pieces will line up - one day.