I Try to Always Remember that When I Go, I Will Arrive
I want to be silent and think of things
that are beyond me but afore me
I want to know the interminglings
the oneness, the promise, the free
I want this knowing
the now which is going
to the now which is being
and the now which is becoming
I love this pain that humbles
it drives me to wonder to seek
when all I feel just crumbles
if only but a while will keep
I just want to weep unending
if I ever stop hurting then It's time
it's a hurt to my soul attending
a wake so gentle sublime
it keeps me quiet inside
when my heart raging flood does beat
I don't know how to describe
being in a presence so bittersweet
that are beyond me but afore me
I want to know the interminglings
the oneness, the promise, the free
I want this knowing
the now which is going
to the now which is being
and the now which is becoming
I love this pain that humbles
it drives me to wonder to seek
when all I feel just crumbles
if only but a while will keep
I just want to weep unending
if I ever stop hurting then It's time
it's a hurt to my soul attending
a wake so gentle sublime
it keeps me quiet inside
when my heart raging flood does beat
I don't know how to describe
being in a presence so bittersweet
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© January 8, 2011
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© January 8, 2011
all rights reserved
http://www.poeticsojourn.com/the-sojourner.html