On a Cold Day in January

On a cold day in January
I watch
As snowflakes fall to the frozen ground
Softly
Retaining their form
To form a thin membrane across the surface of the Earth
Even in distribution
A reflection
In so many ways
Of the very symmetry each individual shape carries in it’s fragile form

In time
The air will grow warmer
And the frigid strands
Which stretch across the nearly unobservable spaces betwen
Will slowly melt
As their contents pool and join
To sink beneath
And travel ever onwards

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Home

Whether you return after the day is done
To a warm bed and a meal
Or to a place where no-one goes
Where the world outside does not seem real
You should always know you have a home
You have a place where you are valued
A space in which you and your life exist
Where it would not be the same without you
Your impact on this world is not based
On what you have acquired
But those that you have interacted with
The lives you have inspired
The people who will remember you
Long after you have departed
The lives that you have helped to grow
And the change that you have started
Your story is what ties you here
It’s what’s leads you to where you’re going
It’s what drives the choices that you make
And helps you to keep going
So don’t give up; you’ve much to give
You’ve a story left to write
Tell it with courage, love, and kindness
Through the day and through the night

You Are Always Near

My darling though there have been times
When your body is not here
I know I’m never quite alone
For you are always near

I hear you in the blowing wind
Which dances with the trees
I see your smile in the sun
Which filters through the leaves

When rain or snow fall from the sky
I fear not for the weather
I am kept warm by the memories
Of times we’ve spent together

So though there may surely be days
Where we are kept apart
I know you’ll always be with me
In my head and in my heart

All the World Waits

All the world waits
For you
Though surely there are times
Where it may feel
Like it is just beyond your reach
A realm unto itself
To be observed
But not to be interacted with

Know this
That you are
Not alone

There is so much that is not understood
About this place which we call home
So many facets of life
That are utterly beyond comprehension
From the grand and marvelous
To the seemingly mundane

Even the stars themselves
Which shine so bright in the stars above
Once thought to be fixed points of pure light
Infinite and absolute
Are but decomposing remnants
Scattered across great expanses of empty space
Many long dead
Remembered only by their lingering echoes

Our impact on those around us
Is not always clear
Nor can it be easily defined
By what we can immediately understand
And we are left to wonder
What purpose we serve

But just as the stars above
Though surely someday we will fade
Our legacy remains

Where We Fit In

There is no sky above
No Earth below
Just space
Time
Unfolding
Collapsing and expanding
Flowing through
Around
Between
All of objects and the distance between them
Filling
Each and every corner
Until there is nothing to separate
The black from the white
The light from the darkness
The shadows of night
From the glow of the day

We are but an audience
Watching
Waiting
Seeking only to know
Where we fit in

A Reflection of That Which Lies Beyond

Sometimes I cannot help but to be drawn
Into a state of awe and utter fascination
At the magnificent complexity of the world in which we reside
The beautiful diversity of life within it
And the vast array of relationships that develop
Both within and between the two

I am at times overwhelmed
While simultaneously confounded
At the simplicity with which we attempt to define
Reality and those who share it with us

Surely
We must understand
That there are not nor ever have been
Such simple constructs as those
Which we are inclined to project
Upon this reality
Which is not a blank screen as we might perceive
Manifest entirely as an external mirror for what lies within us
But rather a fine and elaborate work of art
To be appreciated and observed
That it might serve instead to enrich us
If not with knowledge
Then with wonder
And a drive
Not to redefine the world to suit our internal vision
But rather to build our internal world
That we might someday see
Inside ourselves
A reflection of that which lies beyond

Something To Call Mine

Sunset, sunrise
The day;
Colliding with the night.
The light, the skies
The fire in your eyes
Burned bright
While I
Was standing by your side
Eyes wide
Until
You looked at me and sighed
And said
“Alright,
Let’s give this thing a try”
Inside
I died
In that period of time
Then was
Revived
Still not quite alive
But tied
At least
To something that just might
Incite
Alight
A will in me to fight
To strive
A drive
A goal to keep in mind
To bind
Define
A treasure, still inclined
To find
Hold high
Something to call mine

What It Is to Rise and Fall

It is said
We are born of the soil
No more than dust made flesh
Destined as such to return someday
Scattered as it were
To every corner of the turning Earth

If this is so
I should hope we may one day know
What it is to rise and fall
To move with the seasons
To be blown about
Without care for where we land
Content in knowing
That we are more than the total of our digits and limbs
More than the flesh which stretches across muscle and bone

For is it not so
That every grain of sand which is tossed about
In the seas and in the inland rivers
Has seen more than we could ever truly know
Has been more than we would care to admit
Precious in that no number can contain
No words can put to meaning
The vast and awesome power of this fragile balance
Wherein we lie
Somewhere between
What we call life
And that which calls it to be so