What Is Ahead

There is a time when we, pressed by burden and distress, long to escape from this land, drifting away and feeling the spray of the current of relief. There comes a moment when we, as darkness pours into us cry out for light and joy and try to summon beauty, but miss the point as an arrow off its course. There is a wave of temptation, fueled by lures of bliss that sweep us from the shore, checking us out of what matters and drawing us from what’s real. Yes, this is a jam-packed place, and often it's willed by us to erase. Yet grace in its majesty shows its form, and proves it’s not all mourning; look, I see the morning! Though the choice is murky, there’s only one for me. I can’t dwell in the darkness, for the ocean of love hauls me away. And granted, this world can batter us, but thank goodness we’re not here to stay.