But Not Unknown
The days drift by like foam upon the crest of a wave
days unnumbered but not unknown
They swirl and turn and then vanish
their moment in the sun passed
as the sea in salty tones continues its eternal rhythm

So am I but a player on a stage that
has no audience to watch
There are no bows or curtain calls
only the soliloquy performed as in rehearsal
for a play whose title is yet to be revealed

Still there is this calling…
this sound that beckons I should follow
Mysterious it comes at unexpected times and ways
penetrating my heart, no sleep shall I have
while it inscribes its echo
upon my beating heart

Trusting It I go forward
deeper into darkness… then light… then darkness again
Trusting the atoms of my being as they sing in resonance
to even more hidden melodies

Then It appears as Light
No… more than that!
It IS all Light and Darkness
It is Home
It is Love
It is God

Rodney Jones