Until equipoise turns to ecstasy Solitude is taken as sacrament It is not loneliness alone with God Poised on a promise I pause to repent Embracing the fast the watch and the rod Alone with God and I will not relent While I must wrestle the mysteries of The quest which I have come this far to learn
A word beyond words of loves beyond love Is free to all who would dare to be kind Which none may earn but each may own in turn By treading where the immortals have trod Up steep winding paths to infinity Where I must make my pilgrimage alone Familiar with the moon if I would be Known in your heart as I am in my own
And when I know and am known I will see When you will too as everyone what I Was sent here for in the first place to find The answer to the riddle why we die And when we do what becomes of the mind Considering this question constantly If thoughts have wings then by these I will fly But I will not leave those I love behind
I will share it all and point to the sky Where I have been and hope to inspire you To find in your youth as I in my age Such gleanings as seem helpful good and true One gathers by the path of pilgrimage The point of it being to do the best We can remaining faithful to the quest Until equipoise turns to ecstasy
Such beauty, such longing here...well penned, Steven. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Franziska Brueggerhoff (Reader)
Reviewed on December 11, 2007
You believe and tread gloriously, brilliant verse with strength held by a mild and hard heart, to be and walk with God
this poem is one of my favourites, to me it is beyond grand
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God Bless,
Lew
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
this poem is one of my favourites, to me it is beyond grand
I love you,
You're blessed with grace
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