Do you remember at the summer dance
Holding hands with your first romance?
How you longed to slip out the back door.
Well, for me I feel like that.
I do not want to leave in a thunder’s roar.
I want to go…in silence out the back door.
I am ready.
There are no bags to pack.
I am not certain
I have completed my mission.
It is that knowledge I lack.
But like the Man said
“If you are wearing skin
and not a pair of wings
You best be serving Source
until your death knell rings.”
So, upon a winter day I ponder
Have I done all I came to do?
How long will it be
till that sacred back door
comes into view?
What kindness have I forgotten?
What service can I give?
I know I have so much to learn
Your direction I shall not spurn.
So, beloved Source, let me
practice your presence,
Giving love in all I say and do.
Till I slip out the back door to be with You.
- Duane Michals (rhoslynsitespecific.wordpress.com)