THE BLINKING OF AN EYE

BY: BARNEY SHEPHERD

WHILE AWAITING RESURRECTION
            IN THE BLACK HOLES OF OUR MIND,
WE REACH OUT IN DESPERATION
            FOR OUR KINDRED, FOR OUR KIND.
WE GRAPPLE FONDLY IN OUR FOLLY,
            SATING GREEDY, SELFISH NEEDS
IN A GARDEN FILLED WITH SADDNESS
            WHERE WE FAILED TO PULL THE WEEDS!

IN OUR MADDENING RUSH TO JUDGEMENT,
            SOOTHING PANGS WITHIN THE ID,
AND ON THE TOAD TO OUR DAMASCUS
            WE REGRET, THE EVIL DEEDS, WE DID.
AS WE PONDER IN THE DARKNESS,
            WAITING FOR THE SUN TO RISE,
IN A REBIRTH, NOW BEGINNING,
            WE FIND, WHEREIN, THE ANSWER LIES!

FOR WE WILL FIND NO PANACEA
            AND THERE IS NO PROMISED LAND
PLANNED WITHIN THIS GREAT ADVENTURE
            AND THE SPACE IN WHICH WE STAND.
UNLESS WE REJECT THE FATE INTENDED
            AND YIELD OUR SOULS TO THE SUBLIME
WE CANNOT CHART A COURSE IN COURAGE.
IN THIS BLINKING EYE OF TIME!