The Edge of Eternity

Touch me so deeply that
I finish everything in short order.
Rend me so I will
have no further choice
but to heed your voice.

Separate me from
the uselessness of ego
so I can get home
before dark.

Joy chimes in the distant
tower and yet the
waves of sorrow must
not turn sour.

It is these waves that
have been ways home
for me, this desolate
drifter on the edge
of eternity.

Vicki Woodyard


    1. We keep trying one thing after another and none of them work for long. Being doesn’t seem to get the “job” done. As if there was a job.


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