Waiting in Line
All our days are spent in line
but standing’s not the norm,
though patience’s needed there as well
as those in mundane form.
Crawl, stand walk and run
overrunneth your cup,
eat, sleep, live and love
till your turn is up.
Your place was granted by your time
’tis hard to cut ahead,
but when you do, remember that
you’re that much sooner dead.
Starting sans the gift to see
the purpose or the plot,
we look deep and long enough
to blossom out our lot.
Turn around and try to see
just how you’ve come to be,
your heart and soul and lo,
you’ll see humanity.
Take the time to walk back through
the ones that came before,
and talk to them while waiting
for that final door.
The origin is wide, indeed
too wide to ere be seen,
but notice how it starts as such
and tapers so to lean.
Protoplasm at the start
contiguous are all,
impossible to tell apart
hence related, et all.
White, Black, Yellow, Red
metaphysically per se,
they’ll be all as it were
an amorphous array.
A re-alignment to your place
will demonstrate by far,
that slowly individuals
become obvious by far.
Soon relations reappear,
as you return again,
and take on the familiar form
of Mom, and Uncle Ben.
The greatest gift that you can give
is too the best to get,
bequeath to one a place in line,
and this will pay your debt.
Love and Life are all around
as you have seen before,
keep them for your future
to unlock Heaven’s door.
And when the taper gets so lean
and seems to be a trickle,
you may think life unfair,
painful, cruel, or fickle.
What surprise when you find,
an ending wide as the start.
The face of God will be there,
to join our every heart.
Jonathan Womelsdorf 2011