The End


Drifting through life on a whisp of cloud,
tiptoe upon both time and space.
Swirling, searching, perpetually seeking
the finish line to this barmy race.
Who am I, why am I here [echoes of questions in my ear]
Why all the pain and all of this strife?
I jump, I turn, I spin till I'm giddy.
Balancing this perplexing web we call life.
How many know which prong to take?
So many forks, so little time.
Our hearts long to meet,
our minds long to learn.
And through it all, our souls tend to burn.
What makes one think their merits
are proof
of anything other than spinning wheels?
That honor and glory come from our work,
that life is worth anything more than we feel.
Insolent people, catty and proud
every which way we turn.
To be watched, to be catered,
even envied, yet never to learn?
The chosen, the humble,
the ones who are few,
will follow the path that is tried and is true.
It does not fork out at the end of a street,
but instead crashes straight through the impass we meet.
The road traveled less is nothing to fear.
For the one who does send us
is bigger and real.
He walks it beside us, guiding us through
with the light we were missing,
the light that is true.
This way may be covered
with brambles and thorns.
But the gift that it bears,
most assuredly sworn.
The only path to this place
at the end of the road,
also turns out to be the end of our own.
It is only this path and where it does lead,
that we all soon discover
there is more to this need.
Yearning to be made
into something brand new.
Longing to to be worthwhile,
if only by few.
The ones who braved that twisting old road,
have come now to realize it has not an end.
This road we are on, well,
it has become an old friend.
These profound changes
thus carefully made,
as weary legs traverse,
will be more persistent--
Even moreso than this verse.
So as we travail over hill, valley, sea,
may we never forget what first led us to leave.
The comfort of our own sheltered world
seemed not enough,
to quench our own thirst
as we advanced through the dust.
When seeking one's worth, when questioning a lie,
it brings one to their knees
and an eye to the sky.
As for me, dear reader, I shall ne're return
to the aimless wandering life
some still foolishly yearn.
I pray that you also, will find what you seek
at the end of the winding path I did speak.
Such shalom is found here, where I write this new piece.
I wish it for all, as I bid adieu and quiesce.