I think that what’s
Important is the small
Corner of the bigger
World we all live
In such a place
That corner which disappears
Like mist above ponds
Like dreams upon waking
But to us our
Very own tiny corner
Is enough to sweep
To tidy to decorate
And to welcome others
Whose own little corners
Got swallowed up by
This our round world
There is one thing
That I want more
Than anything beneath the
Tree but since I
Don’t have a tree
Maybe you will be
Standing outside my door
On that Christmas morn
And like a woodsman
Walking through a grove
Of towering maple trees
As I pass each
I stop to touch
Maple trees like friends
Are not my path
But show me it
They are where I
Go when I’m weary
And they shelter me
Always behind sometimes ahead
But wherever they are
I couldn’t be there
Anywhere really without them
When we accept what
Is bad as normal
We willfully accept imprisonment
We abdicate our freedom
And then our minds
Accept the abuse given
We surprisingly get comfortable
The only way out
Is by trusting that
Even the unknown is
Better it is difficult
To turn away from
Even what is bad
But trust your heart
Your mind is wicked
There’s lots of love
Types of love that
Is most come and
Go like the seasons
But there’s one type
That lasts an eternity
That is friendship love
That runs so deep
That not even forty
Years and lifetimes and
Everything that goes with
Diminishes the hearts laughter
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 