this journey has its secrets

Isn't it romantic
once again
yet-
the artistry of
sojourning
through the thickets
of homelessness and eclecticism?

it wasn't exactly
a decision,
more of a following in the leading
of my sometimes twisting
perfectly spiraling like my DNA
spiritual condition
that I've been locked in
for quite some time.

My sentimental and reminesing heart
mostly martyred and ripped apart
for the  
sake of pressing on steadfast in my conviction
God will bring me and all this
ALL THIS
to glory somehow
like the rising sun of love in me
I believe what I see
and I see miracles, blessings and disasters
consequences, mistakes and forevers
all around me
smiles and styles that remind me
of where I've been and of the mystery set before me.
This journey,
it has it's secrets.

This journey has it's secrets
and they know themselves
exactly.