May 18, 2005
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Time has come
And come so soon
So much sooner than expected
Like those conversations
Held with myself
During many a long walk
Or sleepless night
What would I save
If the house was burning?
What would I do
If something I thought would be
No longer was?
And now we must reach
For a shoehorn
To coax all we expected to receive
Into the box we have been given
Wrap it in moments of exquisite beauty
And cherish it
Until the time comes
To offer it upTake care
-J-
Comments (12)
Hey...great poem.
How are you?
Oh, but now
Every moment has an exquisite beauty
Every soul is a scintillating star
And the world crackles with meaning
As though God has taken the wrappings off
And let us escape into reality.
Offer it all up.
Time isn't always on our side... is it?
I hope you are well, something in this tells me you have some heavy stuff going on in your life- whether it is in your head or really happening.
Whatever the case me be, positive vibes sent your way.
"When peace is hard to find, always calm your heart and ease your mind.." (a friend of mine who is no longer with us wrote this on the back of a portrait he painted of me... I always treasure these words when the struggle seems greater then the reward in life. )
...
Is the house burning?
Nothing material is of much worth compared to the love in the soul of our families
hey..
ya i kno..school is getting really tiring..sooo much hw soo little time.. lol many projects do next week but i think i can handle it.. lol anywyaz ya thanks...
Rachiie
I really enjoyed that poem. Is it an original?
What would I save if the house were burning? The family photo's. Those are things you can never replace, and we have some golden ones.
Hi Justin!
Thank you for stopping by!
I know what I would save... relationships...
Life.
Thank you for sharing your poems.
Isabel
Some nice wordplay there...How are things working out for you these days?
When you came into the world, they probably needed a shoehorn to get you out. When you leave the world, they'll shoehorn you and your box into the ground. In between, take only what you can carry or will alongside of you, the rest will cause you grief in the end.
that's really nice
I tryed quize of "what world are you ? " then I knew I'm existentialism...
I felt similar with you..(not ?) ....this poem is nice.../N *
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