The Higher Road
The higher road.
There is a maze
that lies a bit
below amazing grace,
on their face.
For just above
that endless trap of sin
they see the sky,
with all it's starry splendor,
and they know
that God is nigh.
loom all around them
with dead ends
at every turn,
and the answer
is so simple,
but so many
fail to learn.
Just call to him
to guide you
and he'll offer
you a ladder,
to climb above
with wondrous love
and find what
~~~~~~~~~~~ ©_MFB III
I once lay in the shallows
of a deserted tropical isle
and let the ocean move me
like driftwood for about
a half hour or so,
eyes closed and ears blocked
by saline plugs of seawater,
rolling and tumbling at times
then simply floating as if
untethered to life at others,
and it was as if I in
those perfect moments of isolation
was being reborn that day,
and when the ocean spit me
at long last from her frothy womb,
with only seaweed as my umbilical,
I staggered up like a foal on spindly legs
into an understanding of the world
I had never before been able to grasp.......
for in that time I heard a sound like the roar
one hears when a conch shell graces the ear
and recognized it as endless masses of voices
joined together in a single rush of noise
all of the jubilee and the sorrow of mankind
the cries of the masses of the old as they sigh
and moan along their pathway to the next life,
from ten's sure bright, to tender nights, to tendonitis
the middle-aged as they dream of the years lost,
humming old tunes that bring back memories,
dancing in their rocking chairs,
just wishing and drinking chai
the young adults as they shout ecstatically
at small victories achieved in their rise from innocence,
seizing the day, and the next as they excel
the teens with a rebel scream of rebellion
tattooed on their permanent sneers and smiles,
rapping rhythmic rousing rabble relentlessly
and the children as they giggle loudly
shrieking with sheer joy at all the possibilities life holds,
playing adult in their tiny worlds never knowing the cost
and then the tiny babies as they wail and coo,
at all the pains and caresses life hands them,
the endless litany of things yet learned
and finally the unborn...some gurgling in
the amniotic bubble that keeps them in perfect peace,
and others in the anguish of a silent scream
as they are sucked or cut from all the layers
of infantchildteenadulthoodold, to simply become nevermore.
I can still hear it all even now, and so often it deafens me!
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