A Distant Peace
Yearning longing to attain
Glimpses of that far away view,
this for now unattainable Nirvana,
blisses for the soul.
A hole in my pain drenched spirit
Deeper than mere sorrow
Pushes me to seek, strive for
More than my tomorrow of a fool’s gold.
Obliterate my senses, Lord
To this pale shadow of untrue existence,
Touch, taste, sight and smell
Of a world led, corrupted and careening
Toward pleasure and an end,
Oblivious to its vanity and true death.
I used to love to write poetry. I have just recently started again. Here are a few old ones from years ago.
The silver soul
Sits on the wire.
The golden globe lights
With eternal fire
The sky and waiting soul.
Changing in His passing by
More nearly each to burning gold.
Both breathe for this a longing sigh.
Golden mirrors of His warmth
For this lost world to view and know,
Making it more clearly seen
The riches of His Heavenly Glow.
It tears at my flesh,
My soul is reborn
Into a world of light.
No more running out of the night.
I thank you Gracious Lord again
For this glory of new life.
It runs downhill and up
In endless joyful flight!