I tell myself to ascend
And I ascend
The voice of God
At my right hand
And as I climb
There is more to find
Clearing the vision
That once was blind
Amazing grace
I seem to face
Up the ladder
I continue to embrace
Undeserving
Is what I am
Yet all I need
Is all I am
Self serving
Always yearning
At some pace
In this race
Yet I have all I need
In front of my face
The grass as carpet
The world is home
The oxygen I breathe
In this planetary
Dome
And all the ability
All the scenery
The sounds
The greenery
Is all I need to sustain me
The higher I go
I reach divine
Metaphysical
Matter space and time
An illusion
A part of dream time
Aboriginal ancestors cry
But it is so real
I can touch
I can feel
The true connection
And that it all heals
My heart torn
From those trapped
And worn
And I warn
I cry and scorn
Stuck on humanly things
I mourn
Envious of their adorn
Wish I could just dismiss
What is spiritually born
Develop relationships
That are earth born
It sustains
It is all we need
Yet I keep climbing
I keep reaching
Wanting to see the deepness
In everything
I am only an earthling
So back to earth I go
Body will turn to dust
And from the dust
Earth shall grow
And the spirit is for the spirit
And when the time reaches
It will not need to climb
It does it on its own
It will ascend when it must
For it was made to float.
About the Creator
Sidney Smith
A picture tells a thousand words, and a thousand words can paint a beautiful picture.
I have been a writer all of my life. It has been like an anchor for me to release emotions, process ideas, and escape into a world of fantasy.
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