It’s a new beginning and your eyes are with the weight of sleep and fear of the morrow realizing that the knowledge of a new dawn breaks the crest of a golden horizon.
What was, is now gone,
And what is discovered in life is that which is predestined.
Not pinned to you with metal stitching’
Binding your soul unto mortality,
When did you first think of your demise,
And your next step into the beyond?
Was it today, yesterday or never?
Maybe days in your past,
Or where you sought a future abridged,
And looked at those visions imagined,
Digging deep beneath the logic into the conscientious of life’s new beginning,
Searching for tomorrow.
Who are you and when,
Or should I say if,
You managed to reach this point,
Did you know your soul or was it something just mentioned to you in passing?
Were you true to self,
Or as most, did you confront life with lukewarm convictions spoken of in His word?
When walking through nights dark alleys,
Did you seek guidance, or in your own power conquer those challenges hailed upon your canopy?
Did night come quickly in those days?
And when rising each dawn,
Did you breathe in gulps as though drowning in fear of the day or in swift inhalations of self-worth and material conquests?
Once upon a time in a dream far from this moment and yesterday’s yet uncovered,
Did you find that place you sought stepping over the corpses left by your strengthening,
While reaching for frivolous and obsessed possessions?
Not gold or diamonds rough and easily concealed,
Nor grand things horded by apparitions whose pain lay unhidden deep within lost souls,
But somewhere between where you started then traveled,
To an ending in a dwelling only imagined in dreams one runs from in the night.
You’re neither warrior nor slave,
Neither king nor servant,
Just simply a man drowning in the confusion and truths of life.
I’ve seen you before and once asked to be of assistance as you danced among the sadness that crept unknowingly within your soul,
Drawing the very spirit from the life immersed within.
But when reaching for you,
Standing in the shadows of ancient wisdom and holy parables,
Your doubts confused in misunderstanding caused hesitation and you cast me aside as though I had come seeking your destruction,
As though I wished to place passions further behind the darkness.
I reached for you once again as you drifted into the lost,
And you looked my way then smiled,
Like one seeking assistance in suicide,
Death by cop,
Begging me forward wishing for aid in achieving successful abandonment of one’s spirit,
As it is heaved into the unknown night which lies beyond comprehension.
I believe it is now time,
Time to make plans for success in life,
Grasping for those challenges you had feared forever.
Time to shed the doubt which has held you chained,
Creating pain and constant dissolution in spirits and dimensions which real,
Lie far beyond your knowledge and understanding.
Open yourself to believing,
Know that you are not alone and without hope,
But shrouded in garments of glory and wisdom from above,
Provided a dwelling is His world,
Becoming more than you imagined or ever dreamed.
Accept His grace for what it is,
Rewards without binding or shackles,
Restraints or ropes tied tightly about,
Where hope senses salvation and eternal life is awarded without the fear of uncertainty.