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Light from the tree of Life |
| Written by Zim | |
| Sunday, 14 September 2008 | |
You drive the clouds away
On a branch of the tree of life, I was a leaf of a different colour and shape to the others. Bored and depressed, I'd had my fill of life. For 20 years, and more, I quavered with misery and melancholy. Made distance with all near, who should have been dear, to me. One day I finally had enough of being lonely among so many, From the branch, I shook myself free. For years I fell, I thought no one would miss me, I, that one leaf, of a different shape and colour, Not a friend in the world, cast myself out, and become pariah. I thought no one was willing to spare a single word of kindness Or a moment, for an act of comfort, on a wretch like me. Under the waves I sank, letting the waters take me. Within me and around me, settled at the bottom but still sinking, The loneliness was replaced by rot, and worse things still. I could slumber, or float, free from everything that had been me. There I floated and no one cared, they never saw me. But, one wretched day, I caught a fleeting glimpse of you. With a light so pure and bright as the sun, surrounding you Which pierced the clouds of misery and woe and catastrophe By your light those clouds were driven away. But from there on the sea, where I was calmed and warmed, You seemed too far away. I was compelled to drift back to the tree of life, Awake and determined to find my way to you, So I crawled, I climbed, I marched, to find my way to you. I endured through intolerable hardships, horrors and tribulation, Only but by that warmth and glow, of that remembered passion, That my heart, which by your light, had been imbued. I was driven by a single minded goal of being, one day, worthy When I finally found my way to you. Though I've found peace, and made peace with reality, While on my journey from waste to find you, That with all of the time it is taking, for me, to find my way to you, I'll never feel, in my heart, where that burning passion did not stay, I will never feel in my heart, that I am worthy of you. At least this miserable leaf of a different shape and colour, Was glad, and uplifted, to have had that glimpse of you. Only my love for you, who helped me grow, and want to, And achieve goals, I would have thought impossible, remains. So I am content, even if it all means nothing much at all to you. If I can just be nearby, Always able and willing to help and care, in return, for you. Copyright 2008 Zim |
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