Here's another poem that is a kind of credal statement, a declaration of my goals and determinations. Gentler, more reflective than "Storming", it is, nevertheless, equally certain of this-is-who-I-am-and-what-I-live-for.
I have seen laughter, where the petals touch the dew
I have seen the tiny stars dance, in the quivering night air
I have tasted springtime in a leaf of herb, and summer in the lush of fruit.
I have kissed life, hesitantly, and found it shy and tender.
I shall not grow old, while my spirit still is seeking
Whatever the body fails, the heart is still a pilgrim
To have hands is to reach out, to have eyes is to learn vision
To have knees is to tremble with the wonder and the worship.
I have set my feet upon a path and my soul shall not depart from it.
Whatever the cost, I shall take it, for the price has been paid already
And the shedding of self is the doorway, and loving past fear is the journey
And my hands are held fast by the hands, that were pierced long ago for my holding.