Moments of Clarity

You know how sometimes words just come spilling out of your pen like ink from an upturned inkwell? Well, I had some sort of epiphany tonight. These words came spilling out and so I was faithful to write them down. After all, I had promised. 
So I wrote them down. Then went and had a good cry, took a deep breath and proceeded forward on life’s journey.

Moments of clarity come
And I see my life
Like whitewash
On a weathered fencepost.
Fading for all
The world to see
Beaten by winds of time
Pounded by storms.

I see my life
Ebbing away
Into a darkened distance
Away, into the wild blue yonder.
It rides a great wave
Into a blinding horizon
And becomes as nothingness
Disappearing forever.

I see frogs and creatures
Animated and wild
Taking over the rhythm
Of it.
I see frayed edges
Of torn silken garments
Like crystal in twilight
Or gilded rainbow.

I weep pure tears,
Tears of disdain
Of anger and madness
Of entreaty 
Moments better left unsaid
Or gratefully forgotten
Moments of clarity
When one sees eternity.

When one drowns
In all that is holy and frail
Lasting, yet brief
When one yields

To the Great and Awesome Maker Himself.

Carolyn L. Sorrell - Copyright Sept 2001 – All Rights Reserved