THE FURTHEST TRIP IS OFTEN THE SHORTEST JOURNEY
A man can only count the cost of the reach of his arm in what
has been gained, never reached. In the love he failed to grip
graspingly reached for touched, but in the mind’s seas of storms lost.
Bearings and compass points get all turned around
on the slippery bridge deck heaving tossed in the travels
confusion reigns in wanting to find the one thing all are told
is needed, makes every seeker complete.
All hands to deck. set sail and move as close as you can;
steer her course to that hard found island called love,
the master commands. even though it be a known place
it is a hard to find oft’ times out of reach.
How many a desperate tear filled soul has been lost
searching longingly upon life’s squalling seas?
Painfully charting a course towards a
a love unknown never felt only to have to turn back
or perish afore the journey is ever complete?
The fortunate are few who find the straight current
and gentlest of breezes that takes them to that place
where home rests easily made in harmony, sweet honey lived.
But so many more only hear the old salty story
Go of traveling afar and never arrive safely to beach
comfortably within arm’s reach of that golden sand.
Not for lack of trying, only for lack trying to find that land,
but failing of understanding which always shortens the arms reach.
Every journey taken by the time death day’s come ultimately
has love as its final end. Yet few are set off well prepared
not knowing the land they seek is not traveled far at all from home,
but is close inside, held within quite easily within reached.
Before you scour the world over day upon day hour after hour,
look to the land within, the place of sand and sun inside your heart
then if you find no love there, you know you have a journey to start,
Yet before you go, make certain sure you have not already got
your souls singular heart’s desire, the love of man and God
© M Durfee