In the unending race embedded in life’s competition
And the continuous craving after satisfaction
My soul sobs out no revelation
Tired, exhausted and amidst enervation
It pictures no destination.
Weariness reigns; looms retreat’s expression
Sun of giving up beats my formation
Sweat of failure drenches my imagination
In the cloudiness of my vision
My soul concludes; no intention.
Consciously, as if at a termination
My entity impedes the motion
Then critical questions demand explanation
Wishing to know the ‘why’ for the expedition
Now, I retrace the mission.
In the atmosphere of this resurrection
Sounds a voice; “forward propulsion!”
Spontaneously my dying spirit comes to restoration
And my soul springs an enigmatic impulsion
Spurring my being back to action.
Taking step in a forward motion
Into the ideal terminus of my sheer conception
From above shines down an immaculate illumination
Instantly, the sobbed heart of mine exudes jubilation
Incredible, it is a match into OPEN DOORS of realization!
Thommy’s Poetry
©Mar. ’09
