Sometimes love does return
just like lost animals
it knows how to
find its way home
Even though the fire
which once burned brightly
and warmed both hands
is nothing but ash
the spark of what
once was remains smoldering
and often it takes
but one calm breath
to ignite the flame
A few kind words
I have always been
and always will be
here whenever you need
for even though you
weren’t I never forgot
Category: Kindness
OneStevePlease
Oh Universe you are
a wily one possessing
a dry sense of
humor for yes you
have kept your promise
giving me peace and
comfort a home and
food all things necessary
for me to be
I wonder if Adam
felt like I do
sitting in the garden
and thinking wouldn’t it
be marvelous to have
someone to share this
with Come on Universe
send me a Steve
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
RoadsEnd
It’s not that I’m
disinterested I’m just not
interested interested enough anymore
I’ve come to the
end of the paved
road and now I
must hoof my way
over the fields alone
No more onlookers no
more Tagalongs no more
inns or strangers homes
Just me with me
and no one else
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 