HEALTH RESTORED

Toward time I seek a stasis, now found.

The Immediacy of the past left me so longing for nearly now that it took me
  forever to find a future worthy enough of my dreams.

 If God is all knowing, why do we ask him for input to affect our lives in
  beneficial ways, doesn't he already know to do this? (What is prayer in the
  context of this?).

The Limitative memory of eternity,
   so far from now, beyond the horizon of everywhere
   Hell of the half worked meanderment that was my life
   searches so draining, I was without capacity, and so...
  ... time and time and time again, I revisited a version of hope for you
   then in the labyrinthine quagmire of certainty and dead science,
   I forgot for too long about you, or God,
   I mined the walls for goals and diamonds
  and befriended minotaurs and matadors
   I was the guardkeep of sure bewilderments,
   I was something before all of this too,
   I was the whispering of another time and kind of place, another kind of
  belonging
 and for it bliss would not shine in the depths of such fathoms,

but beneath the weight of those leagues, my steps were made as impressions
  in darkness, bringing light to the neverspring awaiting the subliminality of
  emergence and comfort, and the agony of separation as some may call it.
  and so, I gave you some sense of me too...time.

I am the dream's waking up,

health restored.
  

First lines and last two lines written now.  The rest is from an old Facebook post of mine, from when I was ill due to a few factors, namely the gradual and painful death of my father Timos Theodoropoulos.

IMAGE AND POEM © 2005 and 2011 by Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos just as I was transitioning to become my Rockwell Wilder Persona.