The local church chimes ring out nine PM. It’s as if they are ushering in an ending, Though I usually don’t go to bed until eleven. For reasons known and unknown to me, Today has filled me to the brim. I can Take no more so far as I can tell. I am happy. I […]
“Change, please.” We don’t really have to ask for it. We’re changing all the time. Each moment, cells are morphing From what they were into what They will be. It’s astronomical to consider the Length, depth and breadth of the change. By this time next week, everything in you will Be new. ~ by Stan
When the mouth opens And partakes of the air about it, Anticipation fills the void. For in the song, there is no Emptiness. It is full: Of you, of itself, of the world. This song, each song, Sung by the new singer. For temerarious muscle Must move and connective Tissue alongside vocal organs Will tremble
Siblings all: We make silent agreements not to breathe each other’s air Or steal the ground where another’s feet already rest. And though some will count these agreements as somehow noble, It is time to break the silence and care for each other in ways far Beyond these most essential requirements. If each one is
Unlike you, Many people in our world Have no wonder. They are not awe-struck By the way A face wrinkles with puzzlement Or joy. They have no time Or attention for the swaying Limbs responding to the wind Or sinews: either sort — Dancing tree or dancing body — Will elicit that wide-eyed Grin of
As the rain pours down outside I am bothered by my past Foibles and long to move into My present without the pails full Of tears. I utter a prayer. Not really a repentance. I’ve done those and they are Sometimes overrated. Not really asking for anything, Either. Just saying what Really is True for
Some Will say their time has come And all else must be pushed out Of the way. Some Will be of the mentality that Everyone is here to serve them. I don’t adhere to their particular religion. For what else can it be called When they make it their whole life. When they make it
Allow me to explain: Living is ordinary and Extraordinary at the same time. Neither of these judgments About living are reason for fear or Dread or crushing push. The ordinary may be common-place, But it is not to be taken for granted. It is only considered by me (or by you) To be ordinary, because
Up, my heart, from Your drowsy, Winter-like Sleep. Now is the time to Mold the future! Up, You climb there — into The lap of gentleness Now. For tomorrow holds Gentleness to the side of You At best. This is not the Time for napping and For Yawns. This is the moment Of remembering who
There’s been a definite Chill in the air And judging by the melting Snow and ice, It looks like it’s time For a thaw. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
