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