I want but to rest
To turn my back on the world
And its trappings
And its failings
And its wantings
And wrap my arms around this thing
So whole
So true
So warm
And so much greater
Than anything behind me
I want but to rest
To turn my back on the world
And its trappings
And its failings
And its wantings
And wrap my arms around this thing
So whole
So true
So warm
And so much greater
Than anything behind me
The poets praise his godly looks
The merchants, his largesse
Politickers, his love for books
He looks to me a mess.
Ash in the air
From a fire burning
Many miles past the horizon
Falls in my vision
Dust of the world
I can smell the ending
But so too can I sense
The new beginning
With gladness did I wake today
Amidst these trappings old
Walk with me
In places new
Where we might find
Truths not yet uncovered
By anyone else
Who might walk
There
A starlit forest glowing bright
Beneath the heavens’ gaze
Soothes quick my heart, bereft of light
Until I saw its rays
The autumn breeze
Cools my skin
Opens my nostrils
Carries with it
The songs of a thousand beings
That wait patiently
For what comes
It is with solemn gladness that
I walk into the fog
And wonder at what lies beyond
What myst’ries I might see
I can’t but doubt that my footfalls
Will stand the test of time
Will hold up ‘neath the summer squalls
And with the hist’ries rhyme
And yet there is that niggling thought
Within the crowded mind:
That one man’s struggles really ought
Not live when he has slipped his earthly bind.
Let it be said of me
That I walked with purpose
Loved with abandon
Delved recklessly
Learned much
And learned yet more
Let it be said of me
That I lived
Fearlessly and fully
With you by my side
Better late than never, right? Better yet: I didn’t give you a poem yesterday, so you get two today!