Sitting at my porch window I am seeing, hearing,
The seething waters of my mind, trying to paint
a picture of the past, that’s been erased by time.
I struggle with the vision of many lonely people
searching, ever searching for another of their kind.
My mind, not unknowing of the reason I am here
bids me to look about, to find something, or one,
that seems close to me, a someone I might know.
I tremble with anticipation, could it be family
long lost to me? My Mother, my Father, my Sister,
my Brother, those I never got to love and know.
The scene is laughter, happiness, all unleashed.
It is then, I realize, I am an interloper of sorts.
Still and all, I do not feel that I am a stranger, just
a welcome visitor for what I feel is coming home.
Have those raging waters of my mind guided me
to what is preplanned as my Eternity, that I might
prepare and adjust those seething waters so that
I may join that joyful throng and be one of them
at the Gentle waters of my God.
The windows of my home are magical I am sure,
especially, should they face South or East, as I
Listen to the raging waters of my mind, all sent
to me by a loving God.
I’ll await the call, to be, where the Gentle waters flow.
Copyright © 2012 Charles E. Frost
January 3, 2012