Presence

     My presence here…, deep within…, springs eternal.

In hope, knowing deep reality, long seen now,
you feel my presence, unmistakable…, within.
All is quiet here…, calm…, the world far away.
Let’s go back, back when…, where you remember.

Remembering the deep brings restoration, because
now you know where it all began…, so long ago.
Three memories, here and now…, there and then,
and what was before all things…, in the aforetime,

before time…, before Adam’s first breath…, our own.
Grab hold, because we moved deeper then, farther still,
where and when time held no countenance against us.
Take me back to the river of knowing…, understanding.

It’s all too black here…, here in this dark place…, with many,
many running hard aforce…, headlong in bleak ignorance,
willingly in blackness…, in dark of their own making,
far…, far from within…, a ‘place’ they’ll never know,

with nothing I can do to help them…, only hate in their lead.

--RK, 1:44amEDST, 3/10/2015 -- Slight edit: 8:37pmEST, 1/12/2016
     “I’m outta’ time…”+