There Is No End To MeA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellThere is no end to me but for the end that might come tomorrow.Today is one of those days full of speech when lips are silent and the voice is still, where an epiphany falls out of reach no matter the tenacity of will. There is no end to the conversation, and I listen with an attentive ear hoping to discover my salvation in a crystal moment when all is clear. The curtains breathe and hang in the window. The sunlight passes through the lacy veil; and trembling when the soft breezes blow, it falls in a puddle, intense and pale. A shadow of truth spills across the floor descending deep into the silent wood then it recedes until it spills no more, and the quiet is both gentle and good. Past, present, and future fill up the room. I am drowning in both joy and sorrow. There is no end to me, my fragrant bloom, but for the end that might come tomorrow. I might one day lie buried in the dust. I might well mingle with roses and vine. I might stay the soul and the prophet’s trust in hopes of never meeting the divine. I am something borrowed from heaven’s sphere. I fell from the sky into ocean blue. I am the evermore, the now, the here, a silent prayer staring back at you. I am an offering, a saving grace, the soft cotton comfort of blesséd be. I am the boundless, which no eyes can trace. The world at her height is smaller than me. I caper on clouds with stars in my feet. The midnight lamps are full of silver fire. At once I am flawless and incomplete. My God is the hand, and I am the lyre. I am the sweet note in a symphony, sweeter than the song of a thousand birds; and I know that there is no end to me. I linger forever in velvet words. © 2015 Linda Marie Van TassellReviews
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7 Reviews Added on May 26, 2015 Last Updated on May 26, 2015 Tags: Introspection, Life, Past, Present, Future AuthorLinda Marie Van TassellVAAboutPoetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever. Whi.. more..Writing
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