New Rules
‘When I was a child, I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child. But when I grew up, I put away childish things.’
- Corinthians 13:11
Growing up,
growing out of,
growing into
new shoes,
going to a new school,
preparing for,
memorising
new rules.
Like a blossom in the autumn,
something living hangs
in this realm of the dead,
never soaring,
never seeking,
to be something understood
or read.
Something snoring,
something sleeping,
something seems far gone,
but it can be here
the second that you call
what you most need
may appear,
though it is something you appal.
Letting go
that which you held too tightly,
though you had felt
that oh so rightly,
it was yours to keep
and not let go lightly.
But I did not leave you by the riverside,
no,
I dropped your anchor
so that I might see you
on the other side,
in that distant country
from which no traveller may ever return.
