I try to always remember that when I go, I will arrive

I want to be silent and think of things
that are beyond me but afore me
I want to know the interminglings
the oneness, the promise, the free

I want this knowing
the now which is going
to the now which is being
and the now which is becoming

I love this pain that humbles
it drives me to wonder to seek
when all I feel just crumbles
if only but a while will keep

I just want to weep unending
if I ever stop hurting then It’s time
it’s a hurt to my soul attending
a wake so gentle sublime

it keeps me quiet inside
when my heart raging flood does beat
I don’t know how to describe
being in a presence so bittersweet

  

Written by Scott Schoffstall
© January 8, 2011
all rights reserved
Poetic Sojourn

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