Stories and Lore

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That Which Does Not Waver

In this life it seems
We are given
Many precious objects and memories
Which we treasure
And love
Above
All but those
We hold dear

It would seem
That what is precious
Does not remain
But rather traverses
The dunes of time
To be encountered and cherished
But never to be taken
As fixed

We should therefore seek
To place our roots in what remains
Taking pleasure in what comes when the harvest has arrived at last
But holding true to that which does not waver

A Pause

At times
A pause
Is needed
A break
In time
To rest
In the stillness
Reflect upon
What has been
And prepare for
What is yet to come

The sun shines bright
On a world of whistling white drifts and slush-filled alleyways
And on the air
There is a touch of spring
A sense
Of renewal
Of awakening
Of forward progress

We wait
Doors latched
And shades drawn
For the cold to pass
For the days to lengthen
And the sun to fall
In longer periods of time
Upon the frozen ground
Warming
Not only the worms and the colonies upon colonies of microscopic lifeforms that lie dormant underground
But also the unbound faces and hands
Of eager lives
Waiting to be lived