state of confusion
End of a Golden State
Far above these reddish golden gates,
a shimmering northern reflection plays,
along the rivers and silent bays
finally running into the sea.
But urban sprawl is blinding me.
Where is home now, we wonder?
We’ve searched this land, but no answers were found,
we covered distances, calculated differences,
tossed three coins to the wind,
whispered prayers in the pre-dawn hours
to find they never reached higher powers.
It’s up to us to make our way now.
Although I admit to being afraid,
I won’t let fear stand in the way.
So, plunge into a sea of change,
all will fall into the space,
and into the time
God has predestined.
Nothing can change that.
I pray for you, too, love, and think your name,
as I drift into fitful dreams of tomorrow.
© 2000 CMB