Dealing With Distraction

Walking or wading in water
Along life's way
I could sense a pull toward
Something...no someone

The life-laden leaves
Drew out breath from my being
I grew greater in the moment
If not for the pleasure of knowing 
.....who or what I would be seeing

The birds of the air gathered
In a location, around the noun
Light gathered at a spot and shone
As if there were no sky or ground

Closer and closer I come to the moment
Revelation would soon be mine
I would know and be known 
By something or someone above humanity
    ....divine

I heard movement and looked left
I saw Him, if only for a glance
I knew Him, and He knew me
But someone smeared my screen
............I awoke without a second chance

To possess the image

Was that what I was pushing for
To own experience, unique to me
Was I placing my identity in the natural
Trying to prove value on what others see
......coming through my creativity???

Stupid distractions with magnetic attractions
Pulling and fooling the bird in flight
I don't want to be grounded in order be founded
In the legality of level-headed laws...that bite
.......and eat the heart of man

LOVE is all I want
........all circumstantial evidence is distraction
                       The End

Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-6-2018
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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November 6, 2018 at 2:56 PM
I really enjoyed this Trudy. I liked the feel of the poem and the theme. You have presented this with what I feel is an abstract form which really lends to the depth of the poem. Nicely done.
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November 6, 2018 at 7:48 PM
I totally cheated. I had a dream in 2005 where I was walking in shallow water toward something or someone. At the exact moment I glimpsed Jesus, it was like someone smudged my screen. I didn't understand the dream until yesterday. It felt like I delivered a baby in the writing of this poem. I'm glad you enjoyed it, and took the time to express it :)
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