Clinching Mist

A poem looking back on this strange life from Eternity

Remember that one wild moment in time
back when we measured seconds and days
when we were alive in the land of death
and yet dying to find real life —
hanging by threads and hidden behind veils
we spun and toiled and stretched wide
grasping for air, trying to clinch mist

Remember that strange awareness of pain
the sudden ache and swift stab of sorrow
when we would lose much and feel lost
as all things seemed to slip away from us
like castles set on sinking sand —
the warmth of tears were our only comfort

Remember when we looked upon the heavens
as our heads were cradled in the cool grass
eyes wide as we stared at the glittering stars
lost in the wonder of a thousand galaxies —
the world felt like a myth too large for us
our brains throbbed as we lingered on the truth 
that life was both mystery and gift

Remember when we longed for Him
like a patch of dry land swallows up the rain
we hungered and prayed and begged
searching in a thousand different things
never feeling at home or at rest —
until we stumbled upon that buried treasure 
and drank of that new wine 

Remember when He came to us
threatening to tear apart the fabric of nature
frail skin holding back infinity 
the inside bigger than the outside
as pure love touched foolish things
forsaking power He bent low —
and exchanged His life for ours
the Universe still trembles in reverence

Remember when we hoped for this
of living in that new world —
healed, changed and wholly happy
not just filled, but brimming over
like waterfalls feeding into rivers
that native dream we were born with
now the address of our new home
where we sing with redwoods and robins
and feel the joy of the never-ending feast

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I had this random thought before going to bed of thinking back on our lives from the vantage point of eternity — what would it be like if we thought back a million years from now? Would it all seem so strange now that we are truly home and healed? I would love to know your thoughts…