“Of Ships And Keys And Frozen Layer”
She said again the other day,
If car I had, I’d see a way
To do this still, or that event,
(Heart gave her troubles – car keys went).But that’s forgotten now with age –
She thinks it still, can’t turn that page;
An image is a part for all –
What things can we not make the call –“Those ships have sailed, forget it, man,
Trim back, let go, you’ve kicked no can,
But in this interim there’s still time
For one more thing – some part sublime.“Like icing on the cake – each day
Decide what calls us, ‘Come this way
And you’ll find satisfaction there
Drop other items of your care’.”This subject finds its surface-time
When health goes bad; we cross some line;
Some switch we throw does not return;
When we some subject cannot learn.It’s hard, when things like driving ’round
Have helped us live on rural ground,
Where distance is a given part
Of living here – when e’er we start –To do some thing that calls to us,
We grab the car-keys, skip the fuss,
And “Get’er done” – but now they’re gone –
So we’re stuck here on land we’re on.But wait – perhaps it’s more than this –
“Get up and go” – that’s what’s amiss –
“Initiative’s capacity”
No longer is a part of me.The fact that car keys once said “Go”,
Stands in for aspect we now know
Is gone, or going fast these days –
I wish – but cannot start – this phase –Of living is most serious;
I’m stuck inside, desirous
Of larger scope, and wider plane;
Those days, I fear, won’t come again.Perhaps for us the Kingdom-layer
Gives quick relief, helps to repair
Such times of being trapped inside;
Some Jubilee which lets us ride –Far out ahead ’cross frozen ice,
Unhindered by such blocks (that’s nice!)
So we can skate where we desire,
No longer stuck in lake-bed mire.Thanks Lord for this.
But wait! Perhaps what’s gone for aye,
Is solo-life beneath the sky;
For Kingdom-life up here on ice
Is body-life – one-ce won’t suffice.Thanks Lord for this.
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