Staring longsome at the quietbusy midnight sky,
nostalgia curtseys at the threshold of my soul
as waves of tearful joy unlock what once was
hidden by a necessary veil across my eyes.
“Why necessary?”, you may justly say to me.
Then I will swift reply that only when the yeast
within the dough has made it rise sufficiently
can perfect bread be made successfully.
In other words, progressively we learn & grow.
For only when we reach one room and learn
its walls can we then find the crucial door
to other rooms and doors. That’s how we flow.
If we received all knowledge and experience
that ultimately we are programmed to receive
across this present life in one immense injection in
our souls, we would implode. It makes no sense.
Be thankful for this sacred law: That veils are lifted
only when our eyes can see. For each epiphany
can only be received when standing on the gifted
shoulders of preparatory ones which went before.
© Alan Morrison, 2018