A Poem by Jacob Valdez

I've seen this before.

The wrong place at the right time I leave unsatisfied,

unbelieving focused too narrow on what is next.

My head aches from understanding, my sight removed from the myopic view
to 360° vision and my face leans toward the sun.

Now soaring, I move in and out like through a windowless house,

above and through the confusion and noise.

Peace be still and know that He is God.