Wrong Turn
I have ceased staring at the allure
of moon and stars,
long past laying my head at loves feet.
I can pen no words, or expressive
musings; the rose within my soul,
withered...sullen thorns remain.
I am a strayed embodiment of Him
and my mortal confines, chases His shine.
~
I
have searched every smile and veritable
tears in unknown faces; lingered to inhale
the fragrant breaths of both young and
old. I dared graze
the pulse of undaunted hearts
hoping to catch His presence...
quick to sidestep those
garbed in wintry stone.
~
Today
I heard him clearly in a
child's laughter; inviting
and engaging …but the
message was not
for me.
~
I
have looked within natures
subtle passages; as I arise
before the sun each
day. Still I am
alone...ashamed
that even His shadow
eludes me.
~
Alas,
the vigor in my walk has
dissolved into a drunkards
dance...doddering and
pointless.
~
Yesterday, I closed
eyes and heart;
an apparition watching
my funeral's passing.
Suddenly, He was beside me
around me...everywhere;
alas, in life...I failed to turn
my head and see him.
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