The Epiphany

I was looking for some meaning in my indistinctive life,
but the senselessness of circumstance confuses,
while the calendar's ripped pages ever drift to meet the past,
and events still slip away as instinct chooses.

I begin my contemplation of the tide and flow of time,
still I trudge along the corridors of self.
As my pace reduced to standstill and I gazed upon the glow
the epiphany was blinding in its stealth.

In this darkness was a window with a wondrous, shining ray
that I knew was meant for only those who seek
the significance of nature and their lives of discontent,
though a discontented mind is far from bleak.

It was not religious dogma that this light would gleam on me,
but the continuity of human course,
I now realize my duty to myself and all my peers
is to make a difference, be a vital force.

I can't guess the implication of my vision now unveiled,
or the future of the species unpreserved,
if enough enlightened people would choose purpose in their days,
then perhaps would oft repeat what was observed.

Published in "A Troupe in Masquerade" and "Eloquence"
By Jack Huber- All rights reserved.

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