As I lie here today, in the valley of the shadow
Knowing my time is soon to come
That there is a time for everything
And everything will happen in its time
I wonder
Is eternity calling or are we just dust
That will fall into the ground and feed the trees
Is there truly a life beyond in the streets paved with gold
When the moment comes will there be singing?
I wonder
I once tasted death, or almost, and could swear I heard the singing
The songs of the saints who have gone before me
But was it just illusion, an idea planted in my mind
Maybe we hear what we want to hear, and believe as we want,
I wonder
I have run the great race, done what I should
And now the end is nigh and I am tired
Tired of being as I am exhorted to be and wanted to be
To keep the faith and comfort of others alive
I wonder
I am tired now, ready to lay down my sword and shield
Ready to rest and float into the blue beyond
Wearing nothing but my skin, creamy white
Masks all gone, oh how heavy they were to carry
I wonder
I no longer live for you my friend, or carry your impositions
For now I have to go and must travel light
Taking with me only my pure essence, my divine spark
Though even that feels worn and tarnished
I wonder
Maybe there is no more time for thoughts, for wrestling
Maybe it is time to lie back in fluffy pillows and drift
Into the unknown tomorrow, light like feathers that surrounded me as a child
Let me rest now, cover me with your wings, if you are there,
I wonder
Absolutely beautiful. From a deep place in the soul – i am so grateful to be able to read this. Thank you for coming to my blog. It brought me here and i feel so blessed. Thank you for your words, for your presence and incredible inspiration. In love and light, your friend.
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Thankyou so much. I found you through the Floating Thoughts Blog, and the poetry writing invitation. I read your poem and knew you followed the same path as myself. So I just HAD to look at your zblig. So glad I did. I am following your Blig now. I am so moved that you find my own Blig and words inspirational. You have made my day. Much blessing to you this day
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i find YOU so inspiring. i feel blessed to share my heart with you. Thank you for your kind words. Thank you for your beautiful heart. God bless! with much love and prayers, your friend in the Lord. 🙂
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Yes, friends in the Lord of Life and Love
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This is one of your best poems. What depth and how you portrayed. Without the masks, that were too heavy – you are so good with words. Love and peace
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Shantanu you just put a most beautiful comment on my poem. I lost it again. I wonder if you could be so kind as to put it on again. I would love to make a reply to you. Your wirds were so beautful. Love and peace to you too Shantanu
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Hi Lorraine. This is one of your best creation. I so loved it. You spoke about leaving all the masks behind, which were so heavy all through our life – and it kind of struck me hard. We all do wear them for total obnoxious reasons and when the end comes they all seems so trivial. Thank you for writing such a beautiful poem. Love and peace to you my friend
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Thankyou so very much Shantanu. And also for being good enough to repeat your Comment. I guess my new name could be “Dusapoearance Dude.” Lol. But seriously, your words mean so much to me, as they came from quite a low point as I awoke this morning. Yes indeed, we do carry heavy masks. It isn’t until we almost die or are aporoaching death maybe, that we see it all for what it really is. Then, we see something greater. But also we wonder if what we belueved in or have been fed, is really true at all. Although, I have to say that when I was on death’s doirstep in 2013 I did have a wonderful experience of joy and happiness. Yes, tiredness kicks in sometimes. And oh how heavy those masks get then. Thankyou so much Shantanu. Ni guess this poem was a throwing off of a mask lol. Oeace and live to you too.
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We all go through such days when the futility of all we do hits hard. You have expressed it so beautifully.
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Wonderful … BeeZeeGee.
This is the poetry of glory.
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You perceive more
than the many
who think they can see.
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Thankyou so much David. Sorry I am late in replying. What nice wirds though.
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Thanks David. Wow! Poetry of glory! Wonderful.
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Thankyou so much
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Always a pleasure.
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Xo
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