Though I never claimed to know anything about anything
Except maybe basketball or collecting vinyl records
And I've always felt mostly insignificant
There was a time when I influenced a young life or two
Though likely more accurately, they touched mine
Changed my world
In ways that one can only feel
Or sense
Not a visual impact that the world could see or define
But still something warm, tangible and genuine
And more importantly .... Vital!!!
Vital to a soul's health
An unchecked ecstasy, knifing through the soul
Knowing you made a difference
Knowing that you've gained an exclusive trust
Knowing at that moment, you are appreciated
You can not assign a worth to that
It can not be manufactured on demand
It can not be measured but once in motion, flows into a bottomless resevoir
Once experienced, there can never be too much
It stays with you forever, never fading or blurring
The glory we all seek! Ones purpose for living
July, 2016
Monday, July 11, 2016
Sunday, July 10, 2016
Awaiting Doom
The remaining trees brought word of the oncoming storm
Fearful, anticipating its effects
Wary of advancing rumors of unrivaled fury
Further weakening shaken belief in their immortality
Roots grasping for earthen foundations
Seeking solace in past encounters
Awaiting doom in the revival
They assumed they had faced the extremes
Having barely survived last Summers fires
And Winter's extended freeze
Taunting a Nature now intent on revenge
July, 2016
Fearful, anticipating its effects
Wary of advancing rumors of unrivaled fury
Further weakening shaken belief in their immortality
Roots grasping for earthen foundations
Seeking solace in past encounters
Awaiting doom in the revival
They assumed they had faced the extremes
Having barely survived last Summers fires
And Winter's extended freeze
Taunting a Nature now intent on revenge
July, 2016
Sunday, July 3, 2016
Only Shadows Remain
She's gone
Left again without warning
Like that Autumn night thirty years ago
Her departure re-opening that massive wound .... for a day or two anyway
Filled for a few magic moments
A night drive through our past
Our young shadows remained in the avenues and trees
Time spent listening to old records
Reading faded love letters
Re-telling lost stories made hazy over time
Sprouting hopes this was real .... An alternate ending
Defining our lives
(While tentatively recalling history in each others eyes)
This time, not interested in knowing where she went
Not willing to invest more time off a life
July, 2016
Left again without warning
Like that Autumn night thirty years ago
Her departure re-opening that massive wound .... for a day or two anyway
Filled for a few magic moments
A night drive through our past
Our young shadows remained in the avenues and trees
Time spent listening to old records
Reading faded love letters
Re-telling lost stories made hazy over time
Sprouting hopes this was real .... An alternate ending
Defining our lives
(While tentatively recalling history in each others eyes)
This time, not interested in knowing where she went
Not willing to invest more time off a life
July, 2016
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