The Second Half Poem by Smoky Hoss
The Second Half
- ' The True man has nowhere to lay his head '
Over fifty,
Finally understanding and embracing
(at least partially, thus far)
That I have yet to see my home -
This is not all there is;
Quiet contemplation
Speaks otherwise -
The times are changing... slowly...
... a lifetime... change, so slow, barely noticed...
Until, looked back at -
So many seasons of:
confusion - Learning
hurting - Healing
judgement - Forgiveness
hating - Loving
Turning
exclusion into Inclusion.
Just as everything dropped, shall fall,
So must the soul go low,
To patiently... rise full, and whole.
Entering
Into the sacred dance
- with Mystery -
Of life's second half.
Wow there is so much grace and acceptance and looking forward to whatever's coming. A spiritual soul is all we really need, to soar through life, methinks.. ;)
A journey of life, spirit and soul with an honest reflection on a life lived to guide its continuation. May it soar and glide and snatch with strong talons the prey of wisdom and gently land at even light, but Rage against the dying of the light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/9/2024 2:50:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Although I am late in the fourth quarter, praying for overtime, perchance there is more.You got me thinking. A thought invoking write. Some seious thinking, well done