Temporal Rift
I’m floating in a pocket outside of time
Though perhaps you see me
Because I seem to be
Here
Skin, hair, teeth, and bone
Roam the world
Yet often, my essence rumbles in a temporal rift
A space that I inhabit when I am terrorized by the thought that the pieces I’ve left in real time will make no difference in the place I’m thought to be
While I peep from the pockets where I store my insecurities
I try to hurry, that I might return to the rest of me
To create my illusion of free…
Temporal freedom
Temporary freedom
No time…no time…
No peace of mind can ride this temporal stream alone, intact
In fact…
If I could move up and down the continuum to control my fear
If I could stop and restart tears and fears
If I could control the gift
I could avoid my journey to the rift
The trip that sends me adrift into the darkness layered carefully between light
Where I try to build up the inner fight
To ride a train of temporal courage
That will not wane
To leave a legacy that will play sweet refrain
Long beyond my footprints stain
The earthly floors that do remain…
In the meanwhile
I do as I do
I pray that one day
It be enough…
I preach comfort
I teach conciousness
I build carefully
(Fear and trembling)
I scream “I think of thee and these! Are you pleased? My God, are you pleased?”
Is God pleased?
Forgetting nothing…
Am I forgetting anything?
Yet when pain sets in
I run again
Into the rift
And the angel stands guard
While I store and discard the pain
And ask the Spirit to reign
And restore me whole…
Temporal trials fade
Temporal trials fade
This is as God has made
This is as God has made
