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
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…