Transformation

Transformation

By Taylor Saunders (March 4, 2010)

Free Verse

Reaching, stretching, straining.

Pushing, pulling, forcing.

Work becomes struggle,

Activity becomes futile.

Life stretches out before you,

It’s arms reaching for miles in a fixed direction.

Close minded,

Your head hurts.

Open minded,

Your brain gushes out

Like water looking for boundaries.

Knowing the path

And traversing the path,

Are completely different things.

Guilt is the slave driver

Adding heat to your sunburned back

Through every searing blow.

Sore and restless

You march on.

Yearning for the day when you reach it,

The end of the beginning,

And the birth of a significant life.

Watching and sighing,

You find solace in daydreaming.

Every missionary and hero,

Every saint and mogul,

They all beckon you to join them

In their quests for fulfillment.

But you hold the divining rod,

Your soul grasps the filmy obelisk of Truth.

Worn with time and practice,

Bits and pieces show through,

Each in their due time.

But it is slippery and hard to hold onto.

You look away for a second ,

It slips from your fingers.

It’s a heavy burden,

So you let it fall,

Let it roll away,

Slowly,

Softly.

And then your road branches

Millions of directions to choose from.

You search frantically.

You call for it,

Cry for it,

Weep for its presence.

For a moment you believe it’s gone,

Or perhaps it never really was.

As you lie moaning,

It hits you,

Full force.

Through your tears

You behold its worn surface,

More beautiful than before.

Shining, its presence envelops you.

Bright marvelous light.

Supernova,

Yet gentler than an infant.

Potent and mighty,

But joyful and tender.

The light caries you,

Home is in sight.

Rest in Truth’s light.