The man of unknown face

by jimowensjr

Off in the distance of time and space,

Watches the man of unknown face;

 

So strain to reach him through the mist,

To struggle and grasp with tightened fist;

 

He calls me ever, yet comes not near

With songs of life I long to hear;

 

Like some odd master of the way,

He speaks to me in thoughts all day;

 

And call to him without avail

How long my mind must he assail?

 

Yet in the quiet I find him there

For he is me, though unaware;

 

Dreams and hopes deep in my soul

Burn whitest hot like blazing coal;

 

So letting go I still this heart,

And begin again a gentler start;

 

Though call me still he does most sure,

But in release I know him pure;

 

In ease of slow and settled pace,

With quiet mind I see his face;

 

No longer clutch in desperate worry

No longer live in futile hurry;

 

Now finally one, me and this man,

Can walk together our sacred plan.

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