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

Of What, I Am Not Certain

I remember when
Our eyes opened
With the rising of the sun

The smell of morning air
And a renewal that cannot quite be captured
In words
Can only be felt
But for a moment

I remember standing
Behind a frozen pane of glass
Staring out
Into a world of swirling white
Wondering
Whether there was still anything left at all
Beyond

There is a chill which lingers
In the air even in warm rooms
Waiting
Until finding its way
Straight through thick jackets
Shirts and flesh beneath
Straight to the core
Of what, I am not certain
For I have felt it so many times before
But cannot trace
From where it started
Nor when or where it ceased to be

I Am, Then I Am Not

I am seated
At the head of the table
In an establishment which exceeds the standard fare my family is accustomed to

I am seated

I am dressed
In a fine blue suit with my favorite tie
Surrounded by my family and directly opposite my sister’s partner of whose character I am uncertain

I am seated
I am dressed

I am sipping
Sipping periodically
From a drink which is made to taste as if it contains what it does not

I am seated
I am dressed
I am sipping

I am listening
To my grandmother
As she recalls memories from when her and my grandfather first wed

I am seated
I am dressed
I am sipping
I am listening

I am remembering
Of a will which is not my own
Similar stories which I once told with passion and zeal

I am seated
I am dressed
I am sipping
I am listening
I am remembering

I am trying
With a grieving heart
To forget how once I imagined myself telling such stories in such settings many years from now

I am seated
I am dressed
I am sipping
I am listening
I am remembering
I am trying

I am lost
To the void of unrelenting time
My visage inhabited by a figure I do not recognize even in the cleanest of reflective surfaces

I am seated
I am dressed
I am sipping
I am listening
I am remembering
I am trying
I am lost

I am
Then I am not
As I l dissolve into the lights and the sounds and my mind goes blank

I am
Then I am not
At once
In balance in between
Waiting
To see which way I fall

Some Sunset Somewhere

My body aches
And the sound of voices from so long ago echoes in my ears
Smiles no longer bearing faces
Faces no longer bearing smiles

At times
I want to crumble
To fall back to the earth and in time be swept away by a passing breeze
Each and every cell and molecule dispersed from one another
To be lifted into the sky that they might at least be a part of some sunset somewhere

But I know
That this will pass
With time
Just as each day ends
With a sunset
Somewhere

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

All Must in Time Flow

The days are washing over
Like so many crashing waves
Each moment passing
Never lasting
Transient as the shadow-casting rays

Just as the water laps the shore
The minutes flood our minds
Inward bleeding
Then receding
Taking with them pieces of our lives

So let us not hold tightly this
Who we are and what we know
Like grains of sand
Out from our hands
All must in time flow