Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Letters to Friends

Sometimes we get caught out 

Xxxx,


Sometimes we get caught out in life,
the wind gets too strong
and the seas too big

We gotta tuck a reef into the sail, or two or even three,
And maybe just heave to and ride it out

All of our technology and belief in our 
higher evolved minds
don't change the facts or 
the marching on of time

A young woman, just entering the convent,
with more wisdom and humility than
most ever get,
said, "On the day I was born I also began to die."

No matter how many miles we travel,
Upon the sea or on the land,
we find that the planet is round-ish,
we always end up where we started,
and we actually never went anywhere

They send those guys up in rockets,
but they all just come right back.
While they are up there, out there,
they take pictures of the earth.

1 minute, or 100 years,
for the person living it,
it's a life complete

You can't know what you didn't have,
and you can't have what isn't yours.

I don't remember a single thing that happened before I was born,
I don't have reason to believe that the day after I die will be any different
That doesn't make me sad or scared or even curious much.
It does make me really enjoy these strawberries while they are in season this year,
I may not be here next year, or maybe they won't

When the seas is crashing all around and my hands are locked upon
the ships wheel, trying to keep my little ship afloat, and I see
Another ship out toward the horizon
I know that the crew has it's own ship and storm
and heading
We may eventually see each other in an anchorage
and give a knowing nod to each other, having both weathered the storm
or, one of us may lie to an anchor, in a safe harbor
and look out passed the breakwater and wonder,
"Did that other ship weather the storm?"  "Are they safe in some other harbor?"
"Are they lost?"  " Am I and I just don't know it?"

No matter if I am out on the atlantic sea, or the red rocks of the desert,
or on my couch in my little house,
I can never go to a place, where I don't bring with me,
all I have ever been, all the laughs, all the tears, all the wonderings
and all the pains and regrets.

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