This fact I hold up before me - Time brings little deaths, Creations of a moment: It should! My sum total
we are all flowers of the field.
What once was strong, enduring
must one day pass away.
minor infirmities,
adding up, year on year.
Have I not felt it?
growing, blooming, fruiting, falling.
But I find this surprise in myself -
Why does it not cause despair?
adds only to that treasured by others:
Where the railing, bitter
against perceived injustice?
A meditation on aging parents
Posted on 10 April 2008
In Thanks for a Kind Word
Posted on 21 February 2008
If all our friends were in one place,
Gathered in eternal space,
Hearts remembered one by one,
Hope realised, joy become
The substrate of immortal grace…
I would have one special face
Treasured always, with a gladness
Untarnished by all wordly sadness:
Yours indeed, my special friend,
For consolations…
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