forward
on points of no return
I walk the bridge beneath my feet,
That bears my soul from height’s despair;
And forward in this trepid quest,
Toward the far, new edge I dare.
So forward seems my only choice,
To now return would folly be;
As now the side I move toward,
Is all that I can seem to see.
Return no more to ways I knew,
Nor fright me with this dang’rous goal;
All time should well be spent on this
Ascent, descent, of foot and soul.
dan wilt
st. stephen, 2007
5 Comments
This is real good stuff Dan. Post some more.
Dave, I wrote this in a few moments before leaving for something that was triggering the idea. I may post more vignettes like this as time goes on.
Under Stories & Poetry to the left (blog category), there’s a poetry .doc I posted called the “color of eden” that has a lot more of these types of idea expressed in poetry.
Thanks for the encouragement. One day I’d love to publish some of the poetry work.
Beautiful. Trepid quest has an ancient future feel to it. It seems contrary to the can do theology around us. To quote brueggemann “the poet notices though, and cannot remain silent.” I’d enjoy reading more dan. In my tradition of AA it restores to sanity.
Hi Dan,
Shelley’s brother again. Just wondering if you used the meter of “Before the Throne of God Above [i have a strong a perfect plea . . .]” on purpose or just by accident when you wrote that “song/poem.”
It was unintentional, Robin, but thanks for pointing that out!
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