Empty
I recall events from a far distant past;
when life was just convening
totally believing this life would last;
filled with a sense of meaning.
I had entered life’s stadium; its venue;
a crowd had been ushered in;
this world presented an unlimited menu;
a grandiose way to begin.
The world had become my oyster;
containing it’s pearls inside;
I couldn’t live my life in a cloister;
with the universe opened wide.
The beauty of creation surrounded;
opportunities beyond each hill;
the gifts of the Master abounded;
I would never get my fill.
Time has a way of diminishing purpose;
its bright future, I could no longer view;
there must be something neath its surface;
my purpose seemed long overdue.
The crowd in life’s stadium was leaving;
one by one; before my eyes;
my mind had trouble conceiving;
reality’s empty lies.
It was in the garden where God and I parted;
love seemed so easy then;
this world was empty when it all started;
and it will be empty again.
Monty 4/18/23. # 1,532