AT The Precipice. . . .

20160501_155443At The Precipice. . .

I stand
at the precipice
of the world, wobbly
but still standing,
with ancient years yielding
to an Essence I refer to
as the Great God.

Who is it, I wonder
with arms ready to receive me?
Small and insignificant
in this Earth place
dressed in my humanity?

How is it to be
I wonder, when I take
that step putting me in a world
I claimed into being?

Carved out of the Earth’s heart
and mine, through a lifetime
counting still. . . .

Better to be unaware, I think,
than to know how else
to manage a life
and leaving with few regrets.
Splitting infinity at this late date
means I never left

the old country.

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2 Responses to AT The Precipice. . . .

  1. John Holmes May 6, 2016 at 12:00 am #

    If my journey takes me past this cabin when it’s surrounded by a foot of snow,
    I’ll stay a while and let the magic fill each day. The precipice, not far, is still beyond my horizon.
    — Beautiful art and thought provoking musing. Thanks for sharing.

  2. Veronica Hallissey May 29, 2016 at 12:50 am #

    John, it is magic that fills the day. Thank you for your comments.

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