Ribbons

Ribbons

I close my eyes to go to sleep

In the place right in between
Awake and not

I see a funnel of white

Ribbons of white coming to me

Beckoning me to go to another place

Another time, another hope, another rhyme

Yet my mind cannot handle the promise

I feel my being, my being pulled to this place

My mind cries out in fright of being left behind

Never to be found again, never again to know a friend

Or the kisses of an enemy

I slide into a fretful sleep

Interrupted by the disappointment

Yet at its foundation is a greater hope

I am finding the doors to great journeys

They are opening for me to see

Soon I will be stepping through

I will be a spirit in the Mist

No longer shaking violent fists

I will just bask in the unknown

Being molded by the hands of God

Being shaped into a shepherd’s rod

So His word may strike the earth

The earth will know His goodness

His glory will stream over the lands and mountains

All will know, all will see

From highest mountain to tallest tree

All will know, all will see

The ribbons of white are coming down toward me

K, Duane Carter 3-29-11