Kaitlan Bui
ALWAYS
[september 2018]
8 Fall 2020
I stepped onto this campus,
Light-hearted, not expecting
Such doubts and insecurities
To so soon be erecting,
Rising as high as buildings
So unlike the ones before,
So different from the place I knew—
What was “home” anymore?
There were so many faces,
Cardboard cutouts, bland and dry:
“Hello, my name is so-and-so,”
“Good day,” and then “goodbye.”
While other people smiled,
I began to feel alone—
While everyone was having fun,
I was just missing home.
There was so much opportunity,
So much I didn’t want to waste,
But I wanted to be able to
Savor, not just to taste.
And so I called on God to use
The soil in my heart
To grow a little seed, to let
A faithful patience start.
And as I let the burden go,
And as I simply breathed,
I realized that some prayer is
All that I really need.
For friendship calls for patience,
And true love requires time,
And comfort and self-confidence
Are all born in the mind.
There do exist good people,
And kindness is in the air.
There’s hope and opportunity,
There is wonder everywhere.
Sometimes it takes some patience,
But just put your hand in His—
He’ll lead you as your Shepherd
And you will not go amiss.
I’m learning that He loves me
And that He’s devised a plan,
That I simply must follow
And obey His guiding hand.
He looks after the sparrows,
So I know I’ll be okay,
That though the world assails me,
God will always make a way.