Thursday, February 05, 2009

I Don't Know

I Don’t Know


I don’t know if I’ll ever see God,
my fervent desire since childhood.
As an infant routes her way
toward her mother’s nipple,
I nuzzle forward into my life
inching toward awakening.

I don’t know if this compelling desire
was born from the paint peeling room
where I grew up,
or from the other side of the door
where clear bliss awaits.

Will I see God then, when I exhale my last?
Will you be there to inhale that of me?
In my state of the unawakened
I just don't know.

2 comments:

Kathi said...

that is absolutely beautiful! i still remember the time when you spoke to me of your desire to see the face of God. i love this poem, rose.

love and light~k

Rose said...

Thank you Kat!


xo~R