A House Next Door Poem by Jay L. Morris

Awakened in the early morn
with an overwhelming sadness and
grief approaching anger.
The pills had assured me that
such a thing would not occur,
yet I awoke and still
stranger.
How perplexing it seems to
one day touch the shadow
of what surely must be
a being with a power greater
than I'd ever known before.
Only to be snatched away and
abandoned upon this desolate
and rocky shore.
Yearning mightily to return
to the sense of awe I'd
felt shortly just before.
Forced, I was
to gather my wits
and be sure of where I was
again when, ever so recently,
I'd caught a glimpse of
such wondrous events and goings on
beyond the doors of what surely
must have been
if not truly Heaven,
then the house next door
to that illustrious destination.
The day began early within
my humble crib, began with
these alarming queries I post
to The One is always is
as I pray upon this sabbath day.
Along beseeching His power to
delve the deepest into my soul
and replace the bittersweet
existence with anything as
humbly beautiful as a
butterfly.
So today, this will be my prayer.

July 11,2015