In the Beginning

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