The Earth Stood Still
All energy swirled in constant motion;
designed as a part of God’s will;
flowers bloomed; a scent of love’s potion;
creating each valley and hill.
Earth was meant as a promised land;
where physical man could abide;
to live in love, under God’s command;
not; where, in sin, he could hide.
It seemed I was on an island of thought;
there was nothing to see or feel;
motion in the universe all became naught;
my existence had become surreal.
It was the day that the earth stood still;
all motions had suddenly ceased;
a dramatic fulfillment of the Father’s will;
with all hate and rebellion released.
Where could I go; where could I hide;
in a reality consisting of mind, alone?
A physical illusion, in which I’d imbibed,
like a mist; was calling me home.
I sensed a nothing; neither a here; nor there;
a withering reality; no vocation or purpose;
seeking out God’s ultimate truths somewhere;
thoughts are clouds; without location or surface.
Twas the Winter of life; destined for the tomb;
it seemed a never ending, incessant night;
but I was the caterpillar embracing his coccoon;
soon, the butterfly would return to the Light.
Monty 12/4/23. # 1,869