And one day while
a giraffe was crossing
a bridge he heard
a squeak looking waaaaay
down at his hoof
certain that he’d stepped
on something he saw
a gray field mouse
cowering in the corner
Why are you crying
small one he asked
Be be because *squeak*
I’m alone And why
are you alone mouse
Because I wandered far
How far is far
asked the giraffe Faaaaaaar
*squeak squeak* Here mouse
climb up my legs
and onto my back
for your faaaaaar is
much nearer for me
than it ever will
be for you just
tell me to stop
And after one prance
and one skip and
one canter the gray
field mouse was home
Sometimes in our lives
what seems so far
away to us is
so very very near
to others never be
afraid to *squeak* when
you see a giraffe
Category: happines
Easter
And it is Easter
A day of celebration
and of joyful resurrection
But resurrection isn’t a
miracle resurrection can happen
in the smallest things
a dandelion emerging between
sidewalks a phone call
from a thought to
be lost friend and
a morning hello from
some stranger resurrection simply
means rebirth a mulligan
a do over and
another try at being
our very best selves
despite our past darkness
ArtOfOld
Imagine a life with
little or nothing except
insight and wisdom maybe
a very few comforts
a bit of this
a bit of that
but not nearly enough
to put together even
a simple recipe whether
it be meatloaf or
relationship so now what
Imagination the idea of
making due with what
one has and when
what has is insight
and wisdom everything else
becomes exactly what it
is meant to be
And not what it
was ever supposed to
NewOldBetter
I’d all but forgotten
having when I had
and now without I’m
realizing what little I
have now the busyness
of accumulation is for
the young and lives
at the end resemble
land fills having far
too much of everything
except the important things
We lose track of
what’s important when we’re
gathering having and keeping
But old is old
and new is new
and new becomes old
and old becomes better
Smile
Expect to stumble
prepare to fall
plan your retreat
and never expect
to triumph quickly
Those things worth
never come easy
Imagine a tree
just standing there
against the wind
isn’t ever enough
it should be
but it’s not
it’s got to
sprout and shed
spread and share
never knowing where
Just like smiles
Smile at someone
see it root
and then blossom
into a tree
of its own
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 