Monday, September 14, 2009

To Turn, Turn, Will Be Our Delight.

Emotionally exhausting nights.
Chats with friends whose dear ones are going.
Going, not yet gone.
Reading the words of a dream of a dream.
And here you are, glowing sun.
The miracle camera that came out of no where,
is gone and yet again is out of my grasp.
He and I search around,
I am done crying.
Not for the camera, or maybe just a little bit.
I focus on reality, I'm not as prepared as I thought.
He helps me out and we settle on
two lenses
no bag
and we Buy It Now.
My heart is jumping with thoughts rushing,
white water rushing,
through my head.
On love, on life, on marriage, on death.
On kitties, on growing old, on feelings.
Cameras, books, on cold nights alone.
It's late,
but what I want right now is to snuggle up to
w h a t I m i s s m o s t .
I'm going to read instead,
good night moon.
I have another day that I must face tomorrow.
And the next, and the next, and the next...
We will keep going,
I pray for you and I love you.
You are in my heart.
Reach out, touch faith.
I say it in repetition like a Shaker tune.
Tis a gift to be simple, tis a gift to be free...