“I’m Not Dead , Only Waiting to Sing”
(Dedicated to my friend Belle)
Help me with my un-perceived progress
I stand still, everything around me sweeping
Like a Kansas tornado.
So many voices within, held down and pressed,
It scares me to hear such a composing
Of songs I alone know
I pan for gold but all I’m left with is dirt,
Years are one Day to eternity’s mathematics
And yet, You see gold today.
I must be blind by mortality’s mud and hurt
Or reality’s crush and deafening static,
All that must with time decay.
What is hidden can always be found
If the search is sincere and I keep my heart,
If the mists are under my feet
The treasure is on sacred, holy ground
Along the stream of light that favors a lark
At sun’s turned up face in peace.
It’s all so momentary! A second estate.
This reflection must be beautiful in Faith’s eye
To desire its restoration.
I am so far from that image with no age
That design held in reserve by Wisdom’s height
To my purpose and creation.
I still sing in spite, there must be a reason.
The panning continues under the cold and heat
And I still hope despite the awaiting grave.
The songs of glory may be locked at this season,
And what earth holds at bay will be released
When the call comes to awake
Gold shall be Love’s possession at last
After the sweat of brow, the briars and thistles
I will unfold my soul’s clasped wings,
Every note will kiss Life as I wildly laugh
This dream away, shaking off my fears needles
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| A TIMELY WAITING |
And meet myself after all these things.
