My Being

My Being

 

Presented from my eternal place of rest

Promised to stay for a while under duress

Allowed to play in this space call time

Given a space to slowly claim as mine

 

This travel will hold my hand to reassure 

A pilgrimage embarked on to endure

This lonesome traveler in an uncertain land

Extended a hand by a jolly old band

 

Yearned for what's behind every twist or turn 

May happily greet my presence all on my own

Then to know a path that only I can take

Found a space to be occupied for old time sake 

 

Then at the zenith of my life's welcomed visit

A certain thing, no one, even me can't resist 

A faltering presence stares at me, continually smile 

Changes come in and out of me, given for a while

 

So what have you done with this that's me 

Standing at a cross road, nothing I'm worthy

All that I'm given in trust from such I'll depart

Crying out to be returned to what was at the start

 

In all of my journey, I'm never on my own 

Every fiber in me, points to a path leading home

Uniqueness exquisitely met, yet for many regrets

Many as this for time, wither away, soon we forget

Chris G Peters

Poet

Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.