It sprang like music you can't quite hear,
rosy light from somewhere else...
Summer's first day and I am here to greet you.
She has and always will be my favorite!
Dressed in light and warmth, She arrives.
Just knowing She is here brings me joy.
In her eyes I see the vacations begin.
School is ended and playing has begun...
Picnics and fireworks,
Hiking and parades,
Travels and sun filled places,
Beaches and mountain tops...
All these things she has for me.
(And yes, for you as well)
So it is that I am awake and awaiting her.
Looking forward to all the joy she brings!
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
What to do with Time?
The clock strikes and I find myself panicking again.
Mixed with a need to hurry,
filled with a want to relax...
I am getting older!
Every second of everyday, time moves me closer...
But to what?
As with all things of shadow and light,
I lack a balance to set things right...
I do to much.
I do to little.
I worry, I do to much.
I worry, I do to little...
The teen years are long gone.
(As well my 20's)
The 30's are missing now,
as I run screaming into my 40's...
Forward!
Unable to stop...
(But stopping means you've died, right?)
So given the choice I move on...
I have no fear of the end.
It will come...
I guess the fear is that I failed to make the most.
To do all that I can do.
To see all there is to see.
To Love all those that are there to Love...
And once again I seek my balance.
To do and to not do...
To run the hill but stop to see the view.
To create with Joy but take a moment to see it.
To Love, and love again...
And when the end does come,
to smile as I stop.
Knowing I have moved with Joy...
Mixed with a need to hurry,
filled with a want to relax...
I am getting older!
Every second of everyday, time moves me closer...
But to what?
As with all things of shadow and light,
I lack a balance to set things right...
I do to much.
I do to little.
I worry, I do to much.
I worry, I do to little...
The teen years are long gone.
(As well my 20's)
The 30's are missing now,
as I run screaming into my 40's...
Forward!
Unable to stop...
(But stopping means you've died, right?)
So given the choice I move on...
I have no fear of the end.
It will come...
I guess the fear is that I failed to make the most.
To do all that I can do.
To see all there is to see.
To Love all those that are there to Love...
And once again I seek my balance.
To do and to not do...
To run the hill but stop to see the view.
To create with Joy but take a moment to see it.
To Love, and love again...
And when the end does come,
to smile as I stop.
Knowing I have moved with Joy...
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