Wandering through
this dark, cold night
we stumble over
stones in the path
stones thrown in anger
stones that could build walls
stones that could break bones
stones that could bring down giants
or stones that waited in secret pockets
stones that sat in collections, on shelves
stones
that may once have been
our hearts
This is for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 at Verse Escape.
“I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you’ll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you’ll make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind.” -Neil Gaiman, and me
“To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.” -Calvin Coolidge
Merry Christmas, Happy Boxing Day, Joyous Kwanzaa and Happy New Year!
And anything else I forgot.
Basically, Happy Everything!
“Days pass and the years vanish and we walk sightless among miracles.”
–Prayer for Insight
-Photo by Mary Bach
It is amazing how a little pile
of fur and bones
of whiskers and purrs
can claim a human heart
can fill a human heart
and
how its suffering
can break
a human heart
and call from the human
both her best and her worst
and how completely
helpless
that human can
feel
This is in memory of Frank, my daughter’s cat who left us November 24 of this year. It is linked to Joy’s FF55 at Verse Escape, with a nod to the late, great G-Man.
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