A Solitary Walk Anew

A Solitary Walk Anew
By
Richard Vance


Again,
without a reason why,
there seems to be
no end to conscious thought;
Or could it be this scene reflects
no more than images from restless sleep?
But more and more
as all the truths unfold,
of people, places, things untold,
it suddenly becomes so clear;
There is no doubt
this is a place that’s surely known to me;
Familiar images draw near,
the sights and sounds and smells;
The happiness and lack of sadness here
just naturally eliminate the fear;
Memories of all the ages past,
all at once come flooding back;
I am again with those I love;
They help me see with just a glance,
that truth remains,
to forever act upon the conscious mind;
To give, perhaps, a guide to paths
I might have walked
If I had only known for sure
that what I did was right or wrong;
And what gets thrown aside in life,
will, one day return
from those dimensions
still unknown to mortal man;
And without appeal will be
thrust upon the all inquiring soul,
to contemplate in solitude;
And ultimately to judge the self,
and find another journey forth
must surely come:
a solitary walk anew
in Eden’s garden ruin.