To be continued…

To be continued…

I have embraced everything meant to destroy me

I’ve shunned everything that gives me love

The recognition of it all isn’t helpful

I think I might just need a death, a burial

In order to see something new

Maybe this blind man needs to view

The sunshine that starts the new day

I’ve been told to believe and pray

This I’ve done ten thousand times

Ten thousand times ten thousand

Yet here I am

On the opposite side of the universe

Floating along as the missing link

I sense my soul and body sink

Into the fires of some distant nebula


I have searched for answers

I have searched for gold

I have humbled myself

To gain riches untold

But all I have is dirt and grime

And emptiness surreal


As I sit here amongst the dirt and sand

I sling the particles of dust from my hand

Not realizing this is the very substance of magnanimous creation


I must have a new imagination

I must see things as they really could be

I must enter into a regeneration

I must plant my being beside the great trees


I must grow right where I’m planted

I must trust the farmer when it is time for uprooting

These pains, these doubts, these questions are shooting

Quite the snowstorm amongst my brain


I embrace the process


I embrace the pain


I embrace the love


I embrace the mystery


And I realize this story is to be continued…



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