Hidden Inner Landscape

I stand at the edge of
        a new frontier inside.
“What comes next?” you ask.
        Who knows?
And who would want to know,
        really? Not before it arrives.

For in the guessing I
        might just miss it.
In the planning I’m sure
        to turn back around.
Instead, I wait at the edge
        of familiarity.

I bathe in the healing waters
        of inner contradiction.
“Will there be a resolve?”
        you ask. Who knows?
And who would want to know,
        really? Not before it arrives.

Wait joyfully at the line
        between known and unknown.
For the latter is coming, and the
        former is sure to play a part.
The hidden inner landscape
        of beauty.

God’s favorite work of art.