I will wait here for you until you come
At such a time as you can be with me
And be content with nothing as the sum
Of what I know of hope and destiny
The sole exception being my knowing
My heart and feeling the feelings within
I feel the hope of destiny growing
Though all I know of what might be called real
Is just this hope of destiny I feel
Still this is enough for me to begin
We only have beginning anyway
With every heartbeat life begins again
And when the end comes then no one can say
Then only the works of our hands remain
When the spirit is far away from here
Yet never more present never more near
Because it is ever and always now
In cross-dimensional immediacy
Where spirits like thoughts will always be free
Beautifully penned anticipation - well done - I concur with Lois (below), your words are thought provoking and yes, EXCITING. Always look forward to what you have to say - worth hearing, if no one has ever told you that - I am!! Well done, Steven -
dEstiny, wish I knew mine when it is going to be my spirit going to heaven. But we cannot know, but I do believe and I believe this write to be superb and so exciting. It made my day again. You absolutely write with talent. Fine write and so sentimental too.
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This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.