The day came bumbling along
when he found time
just to look across at Dad
and wonder if he noticed--
if he'd be there down the line,
when it was time
that he become a dad to wonder
at such sure magnificence,
that there would be another soul
t o pause...and look at him.
Twice in one generation,
thunder rumbling to be heard...
one kind of love
to be extinguished by the sun.
Unspoken.
Wondrous.
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Namaste! "I honor the place within you where the entire universe resides. I honor the place within you of Love and Light, of Truth and Peace. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, there is only ONE of us." Please give me your reactions to the poems and thoughts in this blog. (Critiques and disagreements are equally welcome) Simply click anywhere you see "Comment" and then on "Post a comment." I'll really appreciate your doing this, and will often respond. Peace!
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- Dean
- Retired, former radio announcer, teacher, pipe organ technician...now an internet addict, poet, and progressive patron of the arts.
2 comments:
I like this. I need to think about circles these days, about birth and death and what lies between. As always I find comfort when I visit here.
easywriter
One wonders if there is anything else....and while I am glad you find comfort, sometimes I am happier when readers become LESS comfortable, and the thinking process intensifies.
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