I cannot know the road ahead.
The road behind softens
into time simply labeled as
“the past”
amorphous and unconforming.
The future stretches before me.
Thinking I have the power
to grasp a piece and
bend it to my will,
to finally hold on to –
I plan and scheme
at breakneck speed
to manifest my own future.
But it is not mine to own.
Gestation of life and death
lives in time eternal.
Slowly, ever so slowly
transforming.
We live in an illusion
of time owned, traded, and sought
but true labor
shatters the comprehension
of hours and minutes.
Labor is love given,
lingering in transition
from eternal to life
and back again.
Circling and weaving
in ways unimagined,
unpossessable.
The fears of the mind
scream out for the known.
But by attempting to fully know,
we cannot fully give
love eternal.
The Comments
LeAnn
Love this one. So much to consider. Thank you for sharing your work.
maryjaneknight
LeAnnThank you💜!
Sara
Thank you for sharing from your heart!
Nell Carvell
Mary Jane, This is beautiful. I loved reading and rereading it while thinking of you telling your Mother goodby for this journey. How beautiful to know this life is temporary, and the love she gave lives on in you. God be with both of you as she transitions to the next life. You have our prayers and our love. Nell and Jim Carvell
maryjaneknight
Nell CarvellThank you so much Nell. Sending love to you both!