| THANKFUL FOR A REMINDER The old man sat down at his table Waiting to sup on a simple fare Bread, cheese, berries and milk He wanted no more than that His face was softly creased and brown as tanned leather His hair and beard were long and white Eyes of summer sky peered out Beneath thick caterpillar brows drawn tight His clothes were old and patched but clean Smelling of the open air In which they were bathed and dried in The old man had no one He had been alone in his sturdy shack Since his dear Beloved had died many years ago The constant banging of a loose shutter Against the window frame Was to him a constant reminder of his Love When his wife was alive Almost every day she remarked to him Dear would you please fix that broken clasp on the shutter And he always said Of course I will...first thing tomorrow! Though he never did And every night as they lay in bed They judged the strength of the wind By the banging of the shutter above their head And now after so many years Without his Beloved to talk to That sound was the sweet voice Of a dear old friend... Today the wind had whistled so pleasing Through the towering fir trees And the day had been so bright And warm and gentle to his aching knees The old man was grateful and before he began to eat He folded his calloused hands together in a gentle grasp Closed his summer eyes and bowed his head to pray He thanked his God for the wind that blew The sun that gave off such a warmth And the noisy shutter with a broken clasp by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| Wanting Warmth or Dancing Light Do the bones of the earth Long for quivering flesh Once again Aching for the solid comfort To be wrapped in warmth Or do they dance light and free Embracing the coolness Without envy Under the dark sky Beating the tombs as drums by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| MIDI: WATERFALL |