Lately, I feel myself slowly fading;
the material me will soon be gone;
a weariness inside; tired of waiting;
tho, the energy me, shall live on.
But that energy inside seems shifting;
seeking entry, inside another realm;
like a summer cloud, lazily drifting;
imbued with love, from One at the helm.
It doesn’t seem a form of disappearance;
but a shifting of sands on the beach;
more, acknowledgement of perseverance;
and a feeling that God’s within reach.
There is no sensation of fear or doubt;
there’s fulfillment and warmth, within;
a sense of discovery of what life’s about;
and a confidence of permanence, sinks in.
Those all around me, can see me, still;
for I remain in this kingdom of night;
illuminated, by the strength of his will;
anticipating, being drawn by the Light.
I feel a sensation of God drawing near;
tho there seems much more to learn;
but, I sense the retreat of guilt and fear;
time’s near, for the prodigal’s return.
For this laborer, there’s work to be done;
and, more Wisdom to share and learn;
and, if I can help others, love everyone,
I’ll feel joy, once this prodigal returns.