I Now Return My Thoughts
A poem by Meredith Dinsdale
What is this crying out within
From all I am and have
Not yet been
It comes from a racing place
Of blood-filled hope and taken space
I do not know where it resounds
Yet in the times when silence lays
And the ground holds growing shades
That ringing bell is found
What does it do but lead me on
To places- I know not where
Yet in those timely silents spaces
I see it in my hair
Golden gleams of happy times
Deeper shades richly glow
And a grey strand
– here –
Foretells of coming woes
Long and soft, easily broken, or-
Is it just my hair?
And so to the cry
I cannot describe
I now return my thoughts
My mind will wander
Searching for that sightless echo
In hopes to find direction there
And in the wind- yet without help-
Will blow my thoughtless hair
And so the cry remains
My heart jumps at the thought
This poem is dedicated to everyone who knows what I am talking about. It was this very cry deep in my soul that led me to the World Race. And now, here I am in Africa, living things I have dreamed of, and yet still pursuing that very same cry of my heart. This cry will lead me on yet I have learned that the peace is in the journey and to find satisfaction in all things. I am glad my heart jumps to continue on, but I know that only will I find true rest at my Maker’s feet in heaven. It’s good.
