Ectasy Poem by Robert R. Railey

Ecstasy

It seems as if these feeling of bliss must have begun when we were very young; and then luckily for us those feelings tend to linger with us throughout our childhood and then hopefully even into adulthood too
Oh! For those wonderful days of Christmas past, and all of the other forms of happiness which were given so freely unto us and which hopefully were mostly happy and bright
Elation and rapture were found in many of those joys and they were surely the days of much delight; regrettably, though, we occasionally tend to ignore them
For way back then, in the good old days, when we were the queen of the prom, or the star athlete, or even those of us that excelled in other ways, we now find that we are sometimes saddened by how quickly time flies
The stark realization is that we haven't fully understood that a few of those delightful moments of the past might have been the best times of our lives
Nowadays, however, and this is primarily due to our busy modern-day schedules, we're just barely able to recall even a few of those past pleasures; and as unfortunate as it may be, we might have missed out on some of the most important milestones in our lives, that is, the moments that were rife with the great wonders of life
But as we grow older we tend to re-visit those early pleasures as we try valiantly to re-live the past in our dreams; but more often than not, we'll try to replace those cherished memories with little white lies
And since elation and bliss seem more difficult to find, we mistakenly believe that those lost days of youth can somehow be recaptured with women and fine wine
Sexual conquests, and all of those other excesses, might excite our senses for a while; but then eventually, that lifestyle will dull our minds
But since we are now more mature, we'll try desperately to acquire some spiritual awareness if only by first attaining hope; but is it possible that spirituality can actually replace our vain attempts to be young once again?
And yet nowadays, it seems as if moderation is ever the cry, even in the matters of the soul, for we have learned that the term Seventh Heaven is only a metaphor, and that it's just a figure of speech which will never replace the ecstasy of yore
Fortunately for us, however, we have found some other ways to achieve joy and bliss; and we have done it by learning how to pray; and for that simple reason our memories of ecstasy have somewhat been restored
More importantly, though, we have learned that we haven't really lost our private thoughts and feelings for the ecstasy is still alive and well but it's buried deep within our hearts and right next to our souls