Reaching Through The Ages
I see the smiles on my faces of childhood.
And I wonder, what happened?
Where did I lose myself?
Where is that joy?
I reach back through the ages,
Coming to the hard edge
That is the beginning of my life
But feeling the pull from further beyond.
I go forth in this life, and I wonder
What have I brought with me?
Unsettled and curdling within,
I yearn for It to reveal itself.
It’s almost as if I am attempting
To heal the wounds of souls’ past
To free them from their tarnished existence,
A portal to existence beyond the hard edge
That was the end of their earthly life.
I can feel the calling of what I can’t explain,
The responsibility whose request I can’t quite grant,
The safe passage I can’t quite shine the light on,
Because I have not yet done it for myself.
Yet, what does come through me,
Is not me, but something we all are part of
But their seems to be a toll for their crossing,
And each time, I somberly pay.
If grace were my closest confidante,
Then maybe I might remember,
To reach through the ages,
And bring with me that forgotten smile.
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