What good is the dawn
Without the night preceding
The day, following?
What good is the dawn
Without the night preceding
The day, following?
With summer wind comes summer heat
And humid, heavy air
And all unpleasantries so meet
Stripping your patience bare
We all act differently
Knowing there is an end
Knowing time has limits
Knowing someday we run out of chances
It gives us spark
Gives us purpose
Gives us urgency
Gives us some sense we are not alone
Yet some
Act as if theirs is the only end
Act as if others will not go on
Act as if what becomes of the rest matters little
Alas for them.
Quiet flutes playing
A somber, peaceful lament
Calming fearful hearts
If, when the bell is ringing,
I feel there’s more to do,
But I am stuck hand-wringing
Running in circles, too
What then will come upon me,
If I am frozen still
And weariness has won me
To so deflate my will?
Though it is messy
Though it carries stresses
Though it is both too large
And too small
Though it’ll never be perfect
Though there will be laughter and tears
Though someday you’ll leave it
Today it is home.
Come, let us sail away
Go far, to distant shores
We’ll raise sail with the day
With sun or if it pours
And somewhere may we find
A quiet place to be
With peace of heart and mind
Just us there, you and me
So much yet to do
And little time to do it
Therein lies the rub
Why does the gull cry?
Why does it make the choice?
Why sail across the open sky
And raise so high its voice?
When you took my heart
I knew within my soul
This was cosmic art
And I would be whole.