She lets go

She lets go of them, one by one by one.  Until all have fallen onto the page. 

Her words escape her to belong to another, and another, and another. 

They are no longer hers.

 

The queen’s ball

The queen had a ball tonight.

She wore her white gown.  She wore her five rings.

The blue sapphire ring for all the seas of the world.  The yellow topaz ring for all the kindling hearts in the world. The black onyx ring for all the treasures in the world.  The green emerald ring for all the trees in the world.  And a red ruby ring for the sun that shines on all the people in the world.

And we were all invited.

Have an Olympic spirited weekend.

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The gift

When you grasp the box in your hands.  And you tear its wrapping paper – patterned and colored.  And you untie the ribbon – satin to one side and velvet to the other.

Your heart skips, your eyes twinkle, your fingers wiggle.  Not knowing what’s inside.

It could be chocolate.  It could be a book.  It could be a sweater.  Whatever it is.

It is simply exciting.  To be lovingly gifted.

So give.

The plight of the mighty man

Have you heard of the mighty man that once was?

He wrestled the treacherous seas.  He confronted the harsh desserts.  He battled the fierce storms.

The mighty man is old now.

He wrestles with the spoon in his cup.  He confronts the cat standing in his walkway.  He battles with the sweater that he struggles to put on.

Yet, he lives a mighty man in the hearts and minds of those he had wrestled, confronted and battled for – when he was once a mighty man.

The lovers’ rope

He tugs; then she tugs.  She tugs; then he tugs.  At times the rope yields to one side; or the other.  At most times, it is an obstinate act of no avail.

Until one starry night, their hands began sliding little by little towards the middle of the rope.  Their fingers met; and intertwined.

The tugging ended; and the loving began.

This one is for you

She opens her box of beads and strings.  Each string a different color and length.  Each bead a different color, shape and size.

She picks a string.  Then, she carefully picks and chooses her beads.

She slips the chosen beads through the string.  One bead follows another – in rhythmic sequence.

Until she has a perfect string of beads.

Then, she ties the two ends of the string together to make a bracelet.

 She slips the bracelet on a little girl’s hand.

 And says to her, ‘This one is for you.’

I dedicate this to every strong and beautiful woman that was kind and generous enough to express her admiration for the strings of words I share with all of you each day. 

Easy weekend

Yet again, we cross a bridge from one passing week to the next.  And yet again, we find ourselves tempted to rush to the end of a bridge.  But why the hurry?

How about we stroll across the bridge.  And watch the sun rise and set.  And see the moon appear and disappear.  And witness light melt into darkness, and darkness overcome by light – and back again.

How about we go by the gentle pace of nature – just for today and tomorrow.

Have an easy weekend.

Sliver of the moon

A sliver of the moon breaks through the midnight blue.  It is seen in all four corners of the earth.

Nature’s glorious act of globalization.  Naturally understood, naturally accepted, and naturally practiced.  It blesses us all.

Yet, we men remain struggling with our notions of globalization.  And so we fail to understand, we fail to accept, and we fail to practice.  It hurts us all.

Black Tar

In a neighborhood of some twenty houses lays a street.  And the street bore some twenty years of stepping feet and rolling wheels.

Until its once shiny black skin gave way to a dull grey.  And its once firm bones gave way to loose stones and sand.

The street was weary.  The men and women of the neighborhood took pity.

When night fell, the men and women worked under the moonlight.  Until the first light broke out.

The next day the street woke up to a new shiny black skin.

wordless gestures

with a sigh they bid each other good bye.  with a smile they greet each other good day.  with a kiss they wish each other good night.

love does seem to be silent at most times.