Tactile

 Tactile                                   4/28/2016

We mark time

And celebrate its passage

A flattened point on a ruler  

Stretched out

And into space. 

We walk the journey

The same in the beginning

As it is in the end

Coming and going

From darkness to light.

Randomly selected

But carefully planned

Conceived at an intersection

Known in advance. 

The past is brought forward

And remembered in the cells

The secrets of our fathers

Buried in the past. 

It took the longest time

For me to understand

That far more is hidden

Than we can ever see.   

And it took suffering

For me to appreciate

Peace without forgiveness

And contentment

Without victory. 

There is an answer

But it does not come

Through effort or words

Only apparent

When fully immersed.

No longer troubled

Over nothing

And no longer a prisoner

Of my emotions.

We will live

Even if the world dies

As we take our place

Where we always belonged.

The pain will be forgotten

And our enemies

Disappeared

Unremembered

And unhonored. 

My skin is electric

And a shiver

Goes up my spine

As I sense not only horror

But victory

Final and complete.