Wednesday, March 30, 2011



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


  1. Liked this much, Duane. Hope all is well.

  2. Thanks Glynn! All is well. I'm on vacation right now, and we're getting ready for a big move, so I haven't been able to write as much, but everything is going well. Thanks for the encouragement!