Through the changes of a lifetime Through the highs and lows You must tell it to the bees When a child is born New life enters the family Tell it to the bees When a loved one dies Moving on to the next life Tell it to the bees For the bees are sacred Bridging…
Looking at the things you kept In the detritus of a life You never threw anything away You held on with a vice-like grip Lists from years ago Of tasks long since meaningless Of people long since dead Letters you never even read Sentimental tokens from a partner you couldn’t forgive Was that love, or…
What is that sound? Low humming in your head The brain playing tricks With noise no one else can hear Or the crunch and crack of moving joints Signalling age and ache Gasps and moans not always suppressed You choke them back so you don’t disturb others Or the full cry of seized, spasming muscles…
Open the gate and enter Walk the narrow way Entry is free, nothing to pay We who enter do nothing To earn our place at the peak Nothing but ask, salvation we seek Stand while the sun is setting Live through the darkest night End of the way, emerge into light Give thanks to God…
Come on You can do it Just another step To begin that journey of a thousand miles Take another step Bone ache, muscle shake Limbs heavy as lead But still, you can do it Shuffle that foot forward On the next tiny step In the journey of a thousand miles
The moon is a silver platter Huge in the diamond-filled sky In my boat, on my lake I bask in this wonder And sup on the heady night air Wrapped in the safety of solitude and darkness Cradled gently on the undulating waters Slowly I fade Sinking to commune with the depths below light Rise…
Thou shalt not murder It’s not okay to stab someone It’s not okay to shoot them But what if you put on a uniform and wave a flag? It’s not okay What if someone ordered you to? Still not okay It’s not okay to fly a plane and drop bombs on people Press a button…
The universe is vast And we are so very small Infinitesimally tiny against the cosmos Our great and wonderful world The sum of all our experiences Is itself only a grain of sand On eternity’s beach How can we be important In the face of infinity How can we have meaning Awash on the time…
When I was small I liked to imagine I would sit in the bath and wish I was tiny enough to swim In and out of tunnels and caves made of bubbles Warm and safe in my own little world Later I would dream that I could fly Hover as an eagle above the world…
Now is the time For the lighting of the lamps Twilight is here And night follows fast Let us illuminate the darkness With a golden glow As we hang the lamps From trees and bushes Let us mark safe passage For all lost souls Through the woodland dark To journey’s end At a bright and…
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