and everything was lost

 

I had lighted my

way

Over strange and rough terrain

To carry

and

Deliver a bag of Love

 

And I carried it with goodness

and good intent

Over mountains and wilderness

Over rivers and gorges

Over

Seas and desert plains

Just to deliver it

 

It was a special bag of Love

And

I put everything I had

into it,

 

Everything I was

And

everything I had to offer

 

But when the moment came

To hand it off,

Fate

Played a cruel trick

 

And the soggy bottom

Fell out

 

…and everything was Lost

 

 

~/~

 

 

 

 

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The metaphor of a journey,

The metaphor of a journey, and of a journey of delivery, is well deployed here, and then smashed to smithereens in the last seven lines.  While this is a rather dismal conclusion, ir does add great poignancy to the poem.


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the karmic hope of every journey

The journey is everything. The destination – is but a stepping stone. The key, is to remember the hurt… in the hope that we do not repeat it, on the next journey.

 

 

 

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What very wise words!

What very wise words!


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