the way forward
It will be on a day far ahead
that I look back to these days
and wonder why I wished
to leave them behind.
I will open my chest and pull forth
diamonds, clear and sharp,
and turn them toward the light.
The truth will dwell in every facet
of a grace I know but disregard
as known. The fire in every face is wilder
than my imagination could set ablaze.
Every gift is a wonder beyond
the pale of the present, received
at every passing. What will I accept
now? How will I open my eyes
every morning? When will I see
God’s inhabitance with us in
our every waking moment? It is
eternity bound, set in casings of gold,
and even when I cast my eyes
beyond the horizon of my limits
I cannot grasp the breadth of it.
Bread and wine below, I take
and eat, I look and live.
Much appreciated. This ism not a critique, but I thought I would mention the following. When I read the poem, what it evoked in me was not a way forward, but I would call "! way living presently." How many times have I looked back over my life and wondered why I wished to leave those presents behind. Great poem.
Chris, very fine poem! Is it new or was it in one of your collections? I'm going to bookmark that one. I'm reading Johnson's collection of Emily Dickinson's best ("Final Harvest"). The book contains about 500 out of the 1500 or so poems she wrote in her life. It's in chronological order, and I'm moving through 1861 to 1862 now. Both her productivity and quality increase markedly right there; the poems are simply stunning, and her own unshakable faith keeps shining through. Uncle Rick.