Secret Journey

To the man who cherishes a secret in his breast, there is still a greater secret unexplored. - Thoreau

take my bereft hand

come with me on a secret journey

we'll travel beyond the clouds

where we'll raise our dark, lonely death shrouds

in the presence of the moon and stars

in a place that is only ours

where souls float freely

it's true i tell you, really

a place where there is no pain and nothing is plain

where everyone knows your name

a place where love can erase the worst sin's stain

where no one lies, cries or dies

where there is nothing to lose and everything to gain

you'll meet a man who is both judge and jury

over us and our longing hearts,  he has complete power of attorney

his gavel striking so much deeper than touchy-feely

opening blind eyes that are encrusted and steely

in a holy land

where flames don't need to be fanned

where everything and everyone is made to understand

when that man  gives a silent command, water flows inexplicably from rocks and sand

where bushes burn and aren't consumed

where stone tablets are inscribed and nothing is assumed

a place where storms obey when they're told to be still

where obedience is greater than will

and faith grows on every window sill

Author's Note

"The secret of achievement is to hold a picture of a successful outcome in the mind - Thoreau

Reviews

[Tom27]

This one feels solemn yet strangely luminous like a sermon whispered in verse. There’s conviction beneath the imagery, an almost judicial spirituality that weighs sin, faith, and release with poetic gravity. It reads as if mortality and divinity are meeting in quiet negotiation. Haunting but reverent.

[Pete]

very astute observations. thanks for sharing enlightening observations tom. couldn't have explained it better myself. much appreciated.