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a Life Unwritten
Our life is lived
as our pen strokes the blank page
We leave our marks…
some are scribbled in haste
some are carefully crafted
Each sentence leads to the next
until paragraphs stack in a collection
Thoughts and plans are planted in rows
like seeds
We create a garden of pages
turning one by one the soils of today
until each bears fruits for tomorrow
As we rest we see that chapters
have accumulated
songs and games played
friends and family joined
labors begin to draw us
as if we were the characters in their story
I have many books now
in my library
Some have been thrillers
some comedies
some others tragedies
I know I should keep writing
but my pen seems out of ink
I try dipping it in wells I once held
but I seem not to have the inspiration
or the courage
to create new stories
So here I sit
on the bank of today
listening to nature sing in my ear
This book, in this chapter, upon this page
within this paragraph, this very sentence
which I have yet to write…
waits for that one stroke of the pen
where intent is transformed into purpose
Until then I live a life unwritten
Constancy
Your smiles, so radiant
they light my skies
Will the sun get over his jealousy?
Your arms reach over ocean trenches
like perfect stitch work:
Even and unswerving
…over billowing golden fields
cradling the grain like sleeping children
…over frothing rapids
petting tiny fishes therein
…over white peaked mountains that touch the clouds
scooping iced treats to cheer
Your affection moves even the earth
to celebrate your kind heart
Drops of Glory
From the precipice
soaring giddy
panic stricken against gravity
hazardous
limitless
Fingers touch
feathers unfurl
updraft caught in dizzy expanse
suspended above life’s canopy
whose depth below only God can reach
we soar in silent circles
Close my eyes
that they may reopen
filled with the sight
of gleaming midnight pools
witnessing my soul’s awakening
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