Into the Wilderness…
Standing by the grave where death
has ceased its struggle; voice silenced,
eyes shut. With shivering hearts the
conflict over; pilgrimage done, there
will be no more suffering. In the dying
hour, the life plunged down into
dissension; the moaning, doubts, disputes,
and fears now lay deep within the earth.
Healing power surrounded us, while a
warm breeze like waves in the ocean
swept across a sun-lit mound of dirt. The
darkest days will still bring brightness,
strengthen the sage mind, and remove
the fear that lies within the breast. A
cloud of mortal destiny follows;
reminders of what was and what it can be.
Wake in a new world, cross a snowy
mountainous pass; hear the echoes
from eagles, and cross a flowing stream.
It leads to the sea, myth or illusion,
eyes open as the mind gathers thoughts.
Remember God can abide man’s soul,
cleans the body to make ready for
tranquility; you will rise and follow.
What is before us we do not know,
but the mind goes with solemn peace.
Yet man has no impracticable hours,
no patients, man’s life plunges into
thought often; strife will soon follow,
he smiles and walks into an unknown
wilderness.
©elizabethannjohnsonmurphree
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