Promised Land

With this life nearing its mortal years...I ask

What of those conforming days? 

Happiness...

Joy...

A life well lived

Then why the unceasing calamity inside my soul?

...if it is near...

Who will hold my dying arms?

Who pull me closer to my spirit self?

Away from this fertile land?

Away from this barren land?

The promises made to me, but I never received

Or, I never accepted

Or, I ran from...

I don't imagine what is in that promised land...

If it exists at all...and if it does, can it die on barren soil?

But I lift my heaviness and understand my arms are still strong... 

Time left to redeem and mend my mortal earth

And wait for heaven as much as heaven waits for me...

Once again, I promise to my self, I will not wander from the light of passing time