Spinning wheels spinning
The march of life is racing,
Time has turned the corner
My reality lacks pacing.
What’s a person to do?
How can I fix this breach?
Heart and soul at war,
The lesson serves to teach.
Ever present, ever struggling,
Fight, win, fight, and lose.
The pattern is ever persistent,
Redundant in its constant cruise.
I’ve left the realm of reason,
Words no longer have real presence.
Distant and relevant issues plague,
Nonsensical in essence.
Why this tortuous mangling?
My mind has wrangled far too long.
Body tired and thought weary,
I finally find refuge in a song.
Uplifted, hope renewed,
Once bleak, now restored.
Refeshed, blessed, urged,
Reason now firmly moored.
My God, my God, have I strayed so far?
His gentle whisper hushes.
Spirit turns to praise the Creator,
Free once more from Evil’s clutches.
What journey is this,
That rips apart my sense of being?
‘Tis urgent in its plea for presence,
Yet is simply, much ado about nothing.
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Dineen A. Miller
2006 Daphne du Maurier Finalist
www.dineenmiller.com
Kittens Come From Eggs, http://dineenmiller.blogspot.com
Dineen, this is beautiful. This touches on everything I go through–in writing and in life.
Very nicely done, Dineen.