Body And Soul

Remembering that our days are numbered,

That we are but souls in vessels.

That we are failed and flawed,

That we are meager and weak,

That we must fight back to be fit,

That nothing comes easy,

That perfection is abnormal.

Remembering that each day’s a blessing,

That laughter heals,

That giving beats taking,

That words can inspire,

That we must strive for greatness,

That pleasure comes simply,

That love is essential.

Closing the curtain on a life cut short,

A life of recreation and activity,

A life of kindness and giving,

A life of beauty and brilliance,

A life of marriage and motherhood,

A life of loving and being loved,

A life of serving and believing.

Remembering that life is a flight,

To be embraced and well-spent.




A Moon Gone By


This December moon reminded me of a long-ago tale,

Told by a boy thrust onto the biggest stage,

With the most looked up at, somewhat infamous, teammate,

National titles in the balance, foes of historical significance.

Yet despite the height, and the hype, they fell crushingly-short.

The boy landed in Spain, where he would be paid,

And handled, and taken care of.

The first day a whirlwind of activity,

With barriers of language, laws, cars and street signs,

Lost, at night, in a new land, and a strange city, with foreign faces,

Frustrated, intimidated, scared, ready to give up,

He looked skyward, and saw a familiar friend rising,

Which took him back to the summer nights of home,

In endless fields and mountains, joining hands with friends,

Playing childhood games that brought laughter, and comfort,

as they fell to the ground to catch their breath,

No pressure, where he could just be a kid,

Not a commodity, dodging commandeering attempts,

And, at that moment for the tall, innocent boy,

the world – Earth – grew a little smaller.

He knew in his heart,

he would be all right.

© 2016