Monthly Archives: January 2014

A Snowy Walk

The air has shed

It’s early morning warmth.

The sun climbs slowly

Up it’s path,

Shining golden life

Upon the cold, blustery land.

I can smell the snow coming.

My bones shiver, knowing

Soon the world I live in

Will be blanketed in white crystals.

Smothering silence will fall

As streetlights illuminate

A masterpiece of nature.

The blanketed world calls

To the child in me,

“Come walk.”

“Come play in Me.”

And I will!

I will marvel

At the silent beautiful world.

I will stare at the trees,

Clothed in shimmering white.

I will muse in the peaceful silence,

Broken only by the crunching under

My feet.

I look back to see the past,

Tracked by my footprints

In the snow.

The future is shown

In the unmarked snow

Laying before me.

Where will the future lead?

I won’t know until I

Lift and place my footsteps,

One after the other,

In whatever direction I choose.

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Hope for Hope

Things come to us

From around and beyond,

Above and below.

We learn them,

From those we love

We meet

We know.

We learn those things

They make us…

Who we are.

We don’t understand

Until we grow.

We are built…

As we live,

On others love,

Their sadness.

We learn our own

And they mesh.

We come here with

Only our flesh.

We want individuality,

But we live in duality.

Yours, we are,

And ours.

Swimming in our history.

We, through our living

Pass on

To the next lives.

Will we make them

Good husband and good wives?

Will the world prosper or die?

Did we teach them right?

Hope and faith

Must be kindled,

Nurtured,

Grown.

These are the foods upon which,

Souls grow.

Strength,

Comes from these,

For, even those without,

Hope for Hope!

 

A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

New Year

The year has turned.

It’s roll has ended.

Reflections of Past and future

Are taking place in  searching  minds.

Was it good, or was it bad?

Does it matter?

For the year, is like a day,

When it is over,

A fresh new one takes its place.

Alive with possibilities

To fill the new space.

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