ONE LAST TIME

THE BOOK OF CALLING

ONE  LAST  TIME

He stands on the brink of eternity

Much older and still with that sense of being alone

Numbness of will a constant veil that covers;

Truly untouched by the mystery of real life

Though for years artistry flared with an inner strength

Creative strides and prosperous bursts loosened the grip at times,

But have since faded;

Now, one last time in the stretch of this dark night sky

The stars draw him close again

Such depth in distance

Breadth of imagination in awe

Specks of light beyond all human understanding

The wonder of their contrasts in patterns,

Certainly science but a cloak of pride.

For a youthful moment the heart yearns

An old longing to truly know wraps about

And words in a new whisper come from the mouth-

“Lord of Creation, reveal Yourself to me!”

Eyes close

All is quiet

And then, powerful new light suddenly…

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