| | I can see a change coming. The future is laid out in front of my eyes, before my heart. Because this present existence cannot survive unchanged. Several courses branch off, some flowing without the permission of my choice, others shaped by my will, all subject to the Divine.
My position is tenuous; it must collapse. One way or the other, the course will be altered. I cannot continue on the flat existence of my own plane.
There is a mountain staring at me, an impossible wall that I am incapable of scaling alone. I am not there yet, but soon. The road may branch, but where it leads I am unable to divine.
So I follow the course now, continue until I must not. Wait until the Divine Hand bores a tunnel or grants me wings to fly, away and over to...to what I do not know, I know the shape and form but do not know when or where or how or why. What then I do know? Nothing and everything.
Oh but wings to fly! Up and away to the answer and this earthly heart's desire, though I may not yet know it. Yet if a tunnel is my only path, so it shall I follow, and bear what may come, trusting always that it finds it's end the same as if my way was winged and free of toil.
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