Oh it is true the feeling you might have,
the moment the mention,
the imagined response to knowing,
wanting, having, believing, sharing,
all the keywords that could be eternal,
always an option,
for it was told,
we could often recall,
the word, the name, the title,
the option,
… and yet we always do somehow return.
I will always remember
when being told,
the actions will speak from afar,
only if I might allow hesitation
to surround my being,
to create an obstacle toward
seeing
there is a certain Truth
to believing.
Yet I always return,
whenever the feeling seems right,
there a door opens,
and I do choose to walk,
walk right in,
answer the call,
remind myself of the
the, of the,
of Thee
bigger picture
beyond the wall.
I wonder if it is all so simple,
I do often try to recall.