A prompting of the heart

A prompting of the heart
 
I come to the end of the highway
and strike out across the rough terrain;
 
no welcoming arms out this far,
nor friendly company
 
and no turning back.  This is my path
and always has been –
 
solitude being a lifelong companion.
Only the periphery changes.
 
No hard proof of anything yet –
just a few scattered clues
 
and a prompting of the heart. 
A settling in to the notion
 
that nothing much matters. 
It’s either grace or nothing.
 
Coming to the truth of either
is my only succor –
 
to find out or die trying.  Alone as always
except, perhaps, for my Beloved. 
 
I can let go now His promises
since there is no turning back,
 
no turning aside from whatever
the Truth might be.
 
O child of God, examine yourself in a last attempt
to embrace your one true Friend.