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[Pre-order Michael Finch’s upcoming book, ‘A Time to Stand: The Dire Hour to Defend American Beauty’: HERE.]
The drive was long,
through wild oat and golden grain fields,
awash in sunlight sparkling on tips of wheat tops
swaying in an early spring breeze, dappled alight a wave of endless prairie.
The road weaves long and through,
endless and in abundance, upon sheep graze,
fence woven curved and bending as the road flows on.
I come upon peace through a long journey,
through time and trials, of painful travails and learned,
and lost, for wisdom escapes in all that we search,
and avail ourselves of these lessons taught,
tossed and to come again.
There is no clarion call, no epiphany,
but only one’s succumbing to life’s inevitable road.
Embrace and see the beauty,
reach high of the light dimmed stars to the heavens,
let go, relent all, and fall into His bosom’s rest.
That’s very nice. I actually saw and felt what you described.
All roads have an end and I’m closer to the end of mine than the beginning, that’s for sure.Just enjoy the trip, right?
Beautiful metaphor of the journey of life, and aging. Dare I say, more pleasant (certainly less harsh/more euphemistic) than that described in Ecclesiastes 12.
Yes, the book of Ecclesiastes was very poetic but quite dismal. I prefer Finch’s poem. Especially at my age.
you are obsessed with Jeff — WHY?
this was a beautiful post by the author of the poem — and relevant meaningful comments — then you took a shit all over it. WHY? what is wrong with you?
are you a member of Trantifa?
I think you’re trying to say, life is a journey – suck it up.
Or put another way, “life will kick your ass”
The poem begins with HIS journey, and he should have continued in that vein wherever he tries to generalize his life experiences to everyone else. To wit:
” for wisdom escapes in all that we search”– ..for wisdom escapes in all that I search.. etc.
I believe there are those of us who believe in facts and reason, and see nothing mysterious about life. And we start with the fact that none of us chose to be born, and that there is comparatively little that “free will” avails us in life.
And if you’ll forgive this crude analogy, reality is a pinball machine. Life is the player and we are the ball, hoping the player knows what he’s doing. 🤣