Sunday, August 14, 2016

The journey that never was

The journey that never was        

A kind of madness – that you are locked out;
unable to walk the same uncluttered aisles;

sit in the same designated pew as others,
hands folded quietly in your lap.

Your eccentricity hidden out of reverence
and because they wouldn’t understand.

You’ve dropped the things you’re supposed to
care about; your interests few.

Old friends (who never really were) 
have drifted away while you have left behind

to some measure your loved ones, for their sake,
to go searching for the eternal connection.  

You follow the flow of an uncharted river
as you push toward oblivion and wonder

when this latest rug will be pulled
out from under your feet.

It doesn't really matter anymore.
It's all a part of the journey that never was.

O child of God, should it be surprising
that the new life is nothing like the old?

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