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more hurriedly I scamper

to some how manage to catch up

then the world rushes in

and its like I am standing at the

precipice of something that once was

so remarkable

but now it is not

its a particularly strange feeling

this

this fond less fading

when did the rest of these inhabitants

get their cue

to come rushing in on me so

merciful Heaven

but I am grid locked in the masses

how will I manage to stand out

who will awake long enough to notice me

so many vague faces swim into my view

yet I see no one

no one of any recognizable value to me

then suddenly

a most singular feeling of such perfect

peace falls upon my worried shoulders

like a soft muslin shawl

all my thoughts mean not a thing to me

in this new perspective

mystical are the powers that absorb all

my questions

answers sit upon proud rocks of newly

found reason

and I find that I am everywhere all at

once

my eyes have gained new scope

and the masses around me start to mean

everything to my so very needful being

I embrace their collective mist

and I am stunningly reborn

perfect like freshly fallen dew

then a feeling that I label as a voice

asks

God is that you?

it is my voice

my feeling

I quickly realize

just as the reply

yes, it is I

comes booming back to me

almost simultaneous to my question

and I feel

finally REALLY FEEL

and as best as I can describe it

its as if the happiness of eighty eternities

has come to revisit my soul

and the love that is so complete around me

blesses me with the knowledge that alas I have

truly come home

I love you FATHER

I say as I step into his eternal embrace

and all has come full circle

'In The Mist Of My Far Off Tomorrows'.........

(April 20, 1996)