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Thursday, September 17, 2009

Love never ceases to endure

I wrote this so long ago, but I can evoke all the feelings of the time whenever I re-read it. Often, I wonder if I am a good writer and just settle for the satisfaction of feeling that as long as I think I am - than it is so. I find power in words and think the following is powerfully poignant.

a crack in the earth

the ice melted and it flowed into streams.
it flowed into rivers and created oceans
and beauty emerged on earth.
beauty in all shapes, sizes, smells and sounds.

the sun rose and set for the earth and all it contained.
earth experienced the sweet and the bitter,
the moist and the parched,
the light and the dark, the love and the hate.

it basked in the heat of the sun and it embraced the cleansing cold,
because, if not for the cold, who would enjoy the warmth?
for every good thing that emerged, a counterpart appeared.
yet only by experiencing the bad, could anyone enjoy the good.

over time, the earth witnessed growth and destruction.
it heralded life and agonized over death,
it anticipated each new day
and it blessed every night.

the earth, when it was most cared for,
would nurture and protect in abundance.
it guarded the smallest of the small
and encouraged the greatest of the great.

after many years, a crack formed in the earth.
it started out small, hardly noticeable.
vibrations from its orbit made the crack deeper
until there was one huge slice through the center.
a gaping fissure bled out sorrows and sadness.
all that existed where the crack emerged withered and died.

earth could not comprehend how the crack
went unnoticed and advanced so rapidly and forcefully.
time passed as earth continued to look at both sides of the fissure
and it saw that beauty and love remained on both sides.

the earth waited patiently for the crack to mend.
seconds ticked by, hours and days would pass,
years would slip by while no one observed.
but the earth always watched and never lost hope.

when it couldn't see with its eyes, it saw through its soul.
when it couldn’t feel with its hands, it felt with its heart.
when it couldn’t hear with its ears, memories of laughter and love
sustained the earth until the end of her days.


started 8/24/06, completed 12/9/07

1 comment:

  1. Yesssirrreejaybob. That's powerful good stuff. Keep up the good work....then get it all published in those old fashioned things called books.
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