- ' The True man has nowhere to lay his head ' <br /> <br />Over fifty, <br />Finally understanding and embracing <br />(at least partially, thus far) <br />That I have yet to see my home - <br />This is not all there is; <br />Quiet contemplation <br />Speaks otherwise - <br />The times are changing... slowly... <br />... a lifetime... change, so slow, barely noticed... <br />Until, looked back at - <br />So many seasons of: <br />confusion - Learning <br />hurting - Healing <br />judgement - Forgiveness <br />hating - Loving <br />Turning <br />exclusion into Inclusion. <br />Just as everything dropped, shall fall, <br />So must the soul go low, <br />To patiently... rise full, and whole. <br />Entering <br />Into the sacred dance <br />- with Mystery - <br />Of life's second half.<br /><br />Smoky Hoss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-second-half/
