GET THEE BEHIND ME I am walking on granite And the earth beneath my feet Makes me feel convicted, For it is solid and it seems To be out of place, But it is not, for I am The entity out of place. This lack of terrestrial harmony Is beginning to disturb me, Evacuation of oneness. Seeming to be split in half I havent seen the stars in years, I have lost my ruggedness And clouds are gathering on the horizon Like obfuscations of constellations and Orion; Listening for the bird and the high-pitched wind The music of the wilderness was my best friend, The crackling leaves beneath my hiking feet Would ascend music like step notes of energy And assurance, to any minor bend to duty They would blend a major beauty- send, And sorrow would descend. But the earth is not moving with my feet anymore, yet, It travels swiftly to the end? This is holy ground. Though I can sense the awareness With sincere humiliation, This vibration of stability, steady, Moves up into my limbs, Shaking in my body, contradicts My own instabilities; fear to fear I roam, And, oh- the unbearable, The unbearable earth, The solid earth! How I long to be in heaven once again. And heaven is here, and heaven is there. Yet, the unpleasant places before me beckon With temptation and ruin, and all the flames are burning, Reminding me of the past- the avenues of my youth; Sacrificing good conscience for thrills, Taking my good health for granted, Now I have to pay the price. Reap and sow. Regrets are sweltering with reflections And reminiscences of wasted resources And foolish endeavors, and this was my life? The present- a constant ghost, hovers Around me with accusations. But ah, it is then I remind myself how I finally came to myself many years ago! And though I am growing old now, These impotent desires seeming to wane, I come to a light, a waxing light! An eminent light! And radiance shines in the darkening night With elegance, eloquence winning the fight: Depart from me, old man, For you were forsaken, Forgiven, forsaken, And I am forgiven! You leave in your filthy rags, Forsaken, Forgiven! And I am forgiven! Come another day- Ill say it again!
Posted on: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 06:59:05 +0000
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