Tuesday, April 9, 2013

The Fleeting Thoughts of an Afternoon

still too cool, the soft wind teases bared skin
jacket pulled tighter, sun through thin fabric warms the chill between shoulder blades. 
pacing to and fro; a guardian of tiny people. 
mind the daffodils!

children run carelessly through saturated ground, the little urchins. 
madly grinning, flinging limbs, mud covered, 

man on nearby balcony grilling slightly burnt meat, releases the smoke, wakening the senses of dozens of hungry neighbors. delightful prospects of dinner. 
oh blessed breeze!

across the yard, a young dreamer cranks the tunes and lifts voice to match, hidden but hoping to be heard in all the wild intensity of artistic expression and beauty. 
(I was that girl. I am that girl.) 
may her fondest dreams be realized!

sweet neighbor fellowship through thin screen door, sharing about life; we are the same in so many ways. listening to hope mixed with pain mixed with more hope. 
But we are alive!

awake in the darkest hours of night, heart pounding, doubling pace, halving pace, doubling again. little rest for the weary. remembering the light, the sun, the noisy afternoon of quiet joy. it is well. i will be well again. 
let the days redeem the nights!

there is no fear. there is only love. there is peace in the now and in the future. 
there is no dying; only living fully until the last possible second. 
oh blessed grace!

"Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning." Psalm 30:5b (ESV)


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