In the midst of space
There is loneliness
There is loss
There is emptiness
In space there is space
To move
To cry
To fear
There is space to become
Whatever is near
Or whatever you may hold dear
In the midst of space
There is time
Unending
The expanse of time which once was a
Mystery
I have never had time
I have always been rushed
I have always been worried
I’d be late
To the party
I was always worried
I would miss the boat
Or the bus
Or the train
Down the moat
Down the river of life
Not realizing there is another
Coming soon
In this life I hope
I will find all the space
To do what I’ve hoped
And do it with grace
Not frantic despair
Because I am left
Not frantic elation
Because I am deft
In the midst of space
May I become something new
With enough space to follow thru
In the midst of space
May I make new connections
May I make new friends
May I deepen the ones that I already have
With my open schedule
With fewer responsibilities
With just more space in my brain
To take all these ideas
And turn them into something
It doesn’t have to be great
It can kind of be crap
Even
But in the midst of space may
I know I am okay.
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