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

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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

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

And That is Enough

There are days
Where I feel
As if I have nothing left
Nothing left that is my own
Nothing left to hold close
Nothing left to give
But then I am reminded
That even were that true
And all that I possess were to fade away
I have you
Not as a trivial thing to be owned
But as a partner with whom I am able to share
My life
And my love
And who shares with me
A love rich and deep
Not as mine alone
But rather as a song
Of which I am grateful to bear audience to
And that is enough

Waiting to Be

There was a time when our dreams
Were just within reach
There was nothing that could not be accomplished
Nothing we could not attain
And all that stood between
What is and what could be
Was our own imagination

Now so many days have passed
And it can feel
Like all we have acquired
Is an emptiness that slowly grows
Fed by our desires
And the perception we have
That they cannot be met

Our hearts grow tired
And we are worn thin
Sleeping later and later each day
Looking out the window
And thinking only of opportunities missed
Rather than seeing
Those that still await

Bitterness
And resentment thrive
In fertile beds of broken promises
Nourished by doubt
And diminished expectations
As we see only what could have been
Ignoring what still could be

For I have learned
And am learning still
That opportunity abounds
In each and every minute
That though we may fail
Or even fail to act
There is always hope

So long as we do not give up
So long as we persist
We can still dream
And those dreams are within reach
For in each minute there are endless possibilities
Just waiting
Waiting to be

An Elusive Clarity

The dying sun
Casts the city skyline into a crimson hue
And for a moment
Everything else fades away
And I am left searching for my lungs
Searching for the feeling I know is there
But cannot quite place into words
A sentimental sort of glow
That makes its way through my body
From my head all the way down
Into the base of my being

I return
Suddenly
Climbing the hill out of downtown
And back to the place that I call home
Aware once more
Of all the ugly pieces of life I try to forget
Aware that I am still so far away
That everyone else is even further
And that nothing real exists in this twilight age

But I have lived another day
And soon I will rest once more
Content at least in knowing
That not everything is grey and dead
As I am sometimes led to believe
But rather
That the world is filled with secrets and hidden beauty
Sunsets which may elicit moments of wonder
And even the melancholic recession thereof
From which is derived
An elusive clarity
Restoring balance
That I might not be lost to but rather reflect on
What has been
So that what is still to come may be enjoyed just the same