In the Beginning
I do not know where I have always been
I cannot hear what I have always seen
I seek a treasure that is within my heart
This search it binds as it tears apart
with the fierceness of a lion’s grip
I walk in paths known in ancient beings
I sense the unknown in all its past fore-seeings
My heart has known nothing but a great unrest
And all the while it has touched the breast
of a million shining suns
I am thwarted. Quite unable
to know the one that was found in a stable
By rugged and wandering men
This one that sees me and calls me friend,
bringing the unknown before my very eyes.
I am hungry. Hungry for the knowing of mystery
Hungry for touching the one who’s the real me
This person I have yet to have known
A thousand seeds of love have been sown
this oak tree is finding its roots
I feel a river deep inside
This river deep, this river wide
Encompasses all that has ever been or will be
Encompasses all that I have never known to be me
Yet it loves me all the same
I seek a name. I seek a rendition
Of the one that brings all goodness to fruition
I seek a shining brilliance of who I am
a willing heart, a helping hand
These things make the world go around
I hear the sound. The owl does “who”
The dove does coo, and the skies of blue
All speak of things unspeakable, true
They speak of me and they speak of you
but... we have to listen to hear them
I do not know where I’ve always been
I cannot hear what I’ve always seen
I seek a treasure that is within my heart
This search it binds as it tears apart
with the fierceness of a lion’s grip
I cannot slip
But when I do, and when I do
All I can see is the sound of you
so therefore I cannot slip,
and new, such wonders are wondrous like the ship
that carries all of my treasures
I cannot measure the depths on which I stand
I cannot fathom that in this life, this sand
I have formed many a nightmare, many a dream
I have found what life and love and living mean
in the throes of an untimely death
This life, this breath, keeps moving my entire chest
Filling my cup with this wine, the best
Has always been saved for last, but yet
This one I drink is just the beginning
of a melodious and merry sing-song
I have known this all along
This is just simply the very beginning
K, Duane Carter
