The Lamp

The Lamplighter            8/30/2017

In the blink

Of an eye

One world dies

And another

Is born. 

Splitting off

In endless possibilities

The numberless dreams

Of choices

And indecision.

We exist

In the twilight

Trapped in the  flesh

Unable to see

Behind the veil.   

Weighed down

By the earth

And the unbearable

Boredom of existence.   

Ensnared by the details

We seldom see the end

Barely scratching the surface

Of superficial being. 

Running inside a wheel

We miss more than we see

A victim of temporary emotions

Reacting to stimuli

That mean nothing at all.     

Sometimes we get a warning

And sometimes

We get a chance

Stumbling blind

And hopelessly lost.

But other times

We get neither

Blindsided halfway home

Cut off

And cut down. 

But for everything that is

There is always

The other side

Forcing us to learn

And grow. 

Many grasp at nothing

And I watch them chase the air

Unaware of the blessings

Face to face

And eye to eye.

If love is a choice

Then it must be chosen

But what we choose

We must also earn.

Each day a gift

That we must welcome

Making ourselves worthy

By patience and faith.   

In gaining we are thankful

And in losing

We learn contentment

Ripening with time

In a golden harvest.   

Overflowing

From a secret place

The spark undeserved

A lamp in our darkness

To guide and reveal. 

The gift

No man can measure

My love, my joy

And my treasure!