Deep Thoughts

Today I thought I’d share one of the angsty poems I mentioned last week.  As you’ll see, I took myself pretty seriously back then!  Hmm… not much has changed, eh? 

Here’s to being 16 and ‘deep’ – and here’s to our loving Father, who has walked with me, silly though I so often still am!  Feel free to grin or even laugh!

I wrote this “Late at night” on Wednesday, September 28, 1983, while on a Biology trip to Bamfield Marine Station in Bamfield, B.C.  I don’t actually know what “M.R.S.” in the title means.  I’m sure I thought I’d never forget. 

M.R.S./Onward

Spinning around wildly

   never stopping for a breath

then all of a sudden dropping,

   waiting for something,

no matter how small, to happen
 But nothing ever does

     and a tear slides,

   ever so slowly

     down my cheek.

A good sleep and relaxation

   and it’s back on the

       merry-go-round

 for another day

Why do I do it?

   I know I’ll fall off!

a strange yearning comes on

and I realize the reason

   even though it’s queer

for my constant spinning

        some day I’ll stay on

   with no more falling, spinning, crying

       one day will be mine

I only hope I acknowledge it,

   and let the spinning stop,

and flow into my new found safety.