Friday, March 29, 2013

Some Notes for Living

It's for sailing 
the wind.
Can you do it? 
You know you must. 
Everywhere, teachers
to love.
Whom do you love?
This life is a vessel for learning,
our moments the etchings upon it.
They aren't yours to keep.
In the time of flowers,
flowers. You want 
more, of course. 


do you love? 
No use trying to hold on.  
They come, they go--
in winter, snow.
Remember beautiful moments.

Let them remind you of what is to come! 

All is forgiven in time. 
There is beauty everywhere.
Do not wait:  
Meet open with open.
Not for The Prize
but for its own sake:

Friday, March 15, 2013

White on White

It is already March, and despite heavy snows being dumped upon them storm after storm, the snowdrops--a living, breathing embodiment of resurrection if ever there was one--have been fearlessly, mightily blooming in my garden since early February.  Amidst all this white on white, I am suddenly reminded of January's paperwhites, the experiment I wrote of here, and realizing that I never did share the conclusion of that story.

Well, here it is:  Yes!  There were flowers in there!  And it's like a wedding when they come, when they burst forth, pure, fresh-faced and all but dancing on those tall, tender-sturdy stalks.  Their spicy fragrance announces them, and scents the rooms with spring until they fade.

And fading they are now.  But here on Love's Freeway, their gifts of grace and beauty shall live on.

Friday, March 08, 2013

In Like a Lion

The beauty of winter
I love
while it lasts...