I walk
By myself, but not alone.
I was alone in my darkness,
but I felt a greater presence stir me,
A presence I could not see.
But I felt , as if at my side,
The warmth of a Divine power.
And, like a child, I clung to it
And asked for help.
*
I walk
In the comforting solitude
of darkness.
I was gripped,
As if held by some dark power,
Stripping me of Knowledge & Significance.
But the unseen hand of Mother Earth
Reached out and held me dearly to her bosom,
Beckoning to me softly
To close my eyes
and sleep.
*
I walk
In a frightening dream.
In an agony I looked up,
And beheld the stars.
They filled the sky with a clear light,
And the rays of this light
Reached out and touched me.
The wind rose up against my countenance,
And brushed across
My face.
*
I walk
In the firmness of my youth.
I climbed a hill,
As the first rays of Dawn
Showed themselves above the Horizon.
And I looked out to see
What the furure holds.
I saw before me
A road,
A dark, uncertain road.
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Author Notes
I abstracted the Self and Abstracted the Picture. I provided a muddy view of my future in the walking analogy. I wrote this poem while I was in High School in 1963, but it is still true today. Especially given the economy and the elections. For the picture, I took one of my photographs, then performed a viginette, then warped, and then blurred it for the final result.
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