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Until it is

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Until it is,

Nothing’s essential.

The only exception

the need to be loved.

 

Poem by Melba Christie

 

 

Owl tell you what love is

 

Life’s Cycles

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Life is a cycle.

The Universe teaches us this fact.

Everything is a measure.

an inch, a foot, a meter,

an acre, a knot, a score, a chain

Everything has a shape, an identity

mostly unique,

Each beautiful in its own way,

specific to the eye of its beholder

subject to change

without prior notice,

We all age

some of us with grace

as we gain a little bit of wisdom

along the way.

 

Life cycles

no matter what we try

no matter what we do

we cannot give up

because we are the only ones who can change

we are the only change

A bite in a crispy apple does not diminish it

It becomes a part of all of us

Leaves change and fall

because the bare tree needs to show off the

complexity of its limbs,

the very ones that become the house,

the love letter,

that pencil that draws the last leaf,

or the orchard of whatever suits your fancy.

 

Life is a cycle:

360 degrees

of hopes

some unfulfilled dreams perhaps

glorious joys

wonderful views

glimpses of clouds

Enjoy all of it

See yourself in all of it.

All of it is you

it is me

It is us.

 

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How Nature Witnesses

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Ornately carved in a tree trunk
The initials W & M find permanent refuge
For years people have walked by in wonder about their fate

In remembrance of their love
Small birds hover over the adjacent limbs

Of a great Flamboyan
And sing their love song once a day

A small stone bench sits underneath
Waiting patiently for them to return
While Autumn leaves gather round
In attention of the crunching sound
made as they approached.

Many falls have come and gone; almost 40 to be exact.
And what do you know W & M finally did come back.
They watched another couple sitting as they had sat so many times before.
on the small stone bench underneath the tree,
where their initials had been engraved forever more.

 

 

 

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