An ongoing collection of the writings of Nick Benson.

 
Sweet Deliverance

To be free from what I have been
Would be to soar on the wings of an eagle.
No guilt, no regret, no sorrows.

Memories blown away like chaff,
Never to return to haunt me.
Memories of a deceased self
Left to wander in its own misery.
A life one lived, a life once lost,
A second birth creates a heart anew.
No longings left to master me
Or lusts to pull my hither.

No drains on life I now live
And nothing to draw me back.
I seek the future and all it holds
While dismissing the past as dead.
So teach me no longer the things long gone
Lest to the future it gazes.
For a past once lost is always gone
And a future is there to be seen.
I was inspired on Sunday, December 12, 2004