Anticipation
Ode “To a Life of Deep Anticipation”
As I grow old with impending anticipation of death
I lay in quiet silence my sign of the cross above my head
While the lingering anticipation of just the right words to say
Keeps me awake
Will I be able to leave just the right words behind?
When I anticipate tomorrow, I still lose the day
The moments no longer matter or make any sense at all
The intense voices in my head often drive me crazy
I hold them within the grasp of a life still worth living
But it’s this gift that you gave me
So rare, so contraband, I dare not take it lightly
Though I smile when I think it came from you
Perhaps our paths may cross again
Perchance we will meet again at the top
Perhaps we will be united by a dream, a hope, a fantasy
Or come from something we perceive to be
It matters not my idle friends
The force, the source
The Gods have planned
I wait, I wait
Blessings to those never to be,
Naomi
This is a very fitting ode to the memory of a dear friend. Just received word today that he passed on to a better place! Your words put everything in perspective. The greatest messages are wordless and sent from within the depths of one’s heart. We can and should benefit from spoken words but voices from the quiet secret gardens that we all have are the loudest, at times!! The gifts we give from within are eternal, if given with a sincere heart. May we cross that path, live that dream and have eternal peace. Blessings abound for those that believe!