Fall From Grace Poem by GORDON GILHULY

"... there is no truth

Saving in thine own heart."

W.B. Yeats



Thus, seeking truth, I lay in solitude

and listened to the heartbeat of my world

(sweet nourishment was there - my nascent food-)

and grew in silent stages that unfurled

as planned by forces none can comprehend.

Then, in those awe-filled moments only loss

and yearning can provide, there came an end:

my soul's green Jason sought the mighty toss

of dark red seas across the rocky strand

and launched upon its predetermined quest.

No welcome here, no beaches of soft sand,

no cradling kindness offered at the breast:

just cries for comfort I could never give.

This death, before I had a chance to live.