To the Divine

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by pdoneil

by pdoneil

A bare footed walk down memory lane
Leaves foot prints in the sands of time.

Foot prints on the beach
Stretches behind and before
Arms spread wide embracing the infinite shore.
The horizon from side to side forever out of reach.

Wet steps from the joys of running and playing in the rain.
Going round and round in the merriment of what's now behind.
Bloodied prints in memory of the sadness and pain
Fades as they are erased by water, sand, wind and rain.

Stepping into the now, muddy prints are left to dry.
Silent memories now etched in stone
Infused into the bone.
Carbon dated in silicon
When the creator is gone.

A bare footed walk down memory lane
Paved with stones and Ancestors bones.
Eyes are shut tight to dim the light
Eyes are shut tight to mimic the night.
Do I walk alone
Along the sand that shift between gravel and stone?

Stepping towards infinity
Will I be spurned or embraced
When I encounter my assigned Divinity.
Will I step to the Divine?

I bend and grasp the sand to measure my time
To organize the bits in my mind.
Grains sifts through my hands
forming fragmentary pics that does not last
As it falls within the looking glass.

Kaleidoscope of memories flashing past.
The moment chosen to last.