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:
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
Thank you Kat!
xo~R
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