Don’t waste your life
Pursuing fame for immortality
Resides in the hearts
And minds of those
Who will survive you
Be the talk of
The campfire be the
Story and laughter at
The holiday bring joy
To others now it’ll
Still be there long
After you are gone
Back to my knees
Lord where art thou
Here in my darkness
I implored the Heavens
To relieve me from
Despair have my sins
Prompted such turmoil have
I not been noticed
For my kindness nor
My love for others
Where are You
And then God said
I am the bottom
Upon which you have
Fallen which you kneel
Consider this do not
Sprouts spring from below
Do not trees rise
From the forest floor
Do not clouds gather
Rain from the oceans
Does not absolutely everything
Begin from where you
Find yourself to be
Now my dear boy
Start from here and
Be on your way
Just like everything else
Love is vast it’s
Abundant and delicious and
Full except when pain
Is involved when either
The heart breaks or
The heart aches both
Requiring time for either
Healing or for waiting
Both of which we
Must always endure alone
A hodgepodge of things
Thrown together oftentimes haphazardly
But frequently perfectly matched
Like a hearty stew
Or a room full
Of disparate pieces all
Complimenting the other in
Delicate ways the old
And the new blending
Together like loves watercolors
Creating something uniquely stunning
Order rising from chaos
And with each season
Comes it’s own surprises
Awake aware abandon acquiesce
Bud blossom befall bedtime
Curious crave collapse close
Dawn desire descend die
On through the alphabet
No matter the season
Whether it be love
Or life or time
The seasons always march
To an invisible drum
Heard by no one
Yet felt by all
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 