Wednesday, September 17
Kindle My Soul, O' Friend
I look at my blurry reflection in the night window,
Neck arched, chest rising and falling, knees bent.
I am indeed the cause of it,
Though all I can see is my dear friend looking back.
She thinks so peacefully, graceful in her silence.
It is a joyful image.
There are no corners in this room, not really.
Just the ones that hold us together in time,
Though we are miles away.
We share so many things by way of reason and grace.
We walk on different paths, with different shoes,
And we face different demons.
Our purposes do not vary and we fear not.
Her being holds me up and comforts me.
I praise He who brought her here; He who sustains her.
And I thank Him.
Life is a gripping struggle and a beautiful one.
It holds you tight if you let it,
And grounds you in thirst;
Drowns you in wholeness and memory.
Life is a concept,
Unknowably deep and ultimately satisfying at each turn.
We search in good faith and hope to meet at the end.
To speak and laugh and cry.
We hope. I hope.
Keep me in your thoughts and heart o' friend,
And I will keep you in mine, everlasting throughout time.
Kindle my soul, o' friend.
I will hold you close in heart and mind,
Everlasting throughout time.
Labels: On Unity of Spirit Throughout Time
Tuesday, September 16
Direction
I open my door that faces to the north,
And close the one to the west.
It is easy.
Now I can hear the tick of the clock,
And it reminds me that time does run out.
It pushes me now,
Instead of taunts.
And I am thankful.
Almost all sound from the adjacent room is quieted.
There is no immediate threat and I can relax,
And I am thankful.
To the east there is only rushing noises -
Those of trains and cars and wind and ambulances.
It is welcome.
I cannot comment on what lies south of here,
Though I can only hope it faces north as well.
And I hope.
At a higher altitude, there is more of the same.
Questions and sounds and coats and souls.
And I am thankful.
At a lower altitude, there is much energy,
A recurring journey, a northward vision, and more coats.
And I am thankful.
I too am west of another and east of another.
I too am higher up and lower down than another.
And I am thankful.
Labels: On Directions In Life
Wednesday, September 10
Spelled Out
Hey boy,
It's a good thing I found you.
'Cause breakin' hearts isn't somethin' you should do.
Let's walk this life together.
When I'm with you, there's nothin' better.
All those clever remarks,
You whisper to the dark,
Are spelled out on my heart -
And they're carved into the tree,
So you'll never forget me.
No, don't kiss, don't touch, don't breathe.
Well hey,
The weather's fine.
The sun is shinin' on you.
Oh, what to do?
Your eyes squint from the light and laughter.
I want you now, right now,
And I'll want you long after -
The sun is set,
The sky's gone red,
And your eyes have shed their last tears.
I'll want you for ten thousand years!
It almost seems wrong.
Can I sing you a song?
Labels: On Happinesses To Come
Tuesday, September 2
The Little Things
There’s somethin’ to be said,
For all those little things;
Your handwritten notes that I read,
The clouds that float overhead.
The cotton swirls around,
As the moon goes down,
And the sun comes up.
You just can’t get enough.
Your face grows pink,
‘Cause you just can’t think.
And it’s really okay,
‘Cause it’s a beautiful day.
Well go ahead and think,
‘Cause the more ya do,
The more I’m gonna want you.
There’s somethin’ to be said,
For all those little things;
The way my fingers spread,
Waiting for your hand to tread.
So go ahead and tread.
Leave your footprints in my mind.
And when I’m lookin’ behind,
I want to see that smile so kind,
So kind it stays with me ‘til bed.
Now the moon comes up,
And the sun goes down.
Your face grows so pink,
‘Cause you just can’t think.
But it’s all okay,
That’s what I’ll say,
When I look behind,
‘Cause it’s a beautiful day.
Labels: On the Beautiful Little Things We Don't Want to Miss
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