Send Me a Postcard
by beighartman
When you finally arrive, please let me know.
Let me know that you made it.
(At least when you think you’ve made it.)
When you’ve found success and meaning—
Wholeness.
I’d love to know when reach that place
But there’s this uncanny intuition
That’s telling me you never will.
But if you ever do make it on your own,
Without the help of someone much greater
Than yourself – you let me know.
I’ll be waiting (forever.)
i’ll send that postcard, but i’ve a subtle suspicion i’m there already and this place isn’t selling postcards because no one else has recognized the brilliance of the surroundings… they’re all running too hard.
Boo yaah!