Looking down into the sky
Wisps of mist drifting by
Far above the clouds and sea
A couple things occur to me
What little we know of time and space
How irrelevant we are to this place
The source of power dwelling in our soul
Is all we need to make us whole
And yet daily we act in bitter scorn
As though it was for that we’re born
While in reality we are here to seek
To love, to learn, to serve the weak
If only we would clearly see
We could all live so peacefully
Like the child who at first cries
Is soothed by loving lullabies
To remember is our only task.
Who we are. We need only ask.
Today used to be my wedding anniversary. What once was a significant date with happy memories attached is now just another number on the calendar. It was a gradual erosion. A long time ago, there were celebrations and gifts…then cards and flowers…then dinners and pleasantries. Now there is silence.
As the day began, I realized it would have been 16 years. But it isn’t. It’s no longer a marker of anything special.
Like a sand castle, time was spent building, constructing a place… with towers and spires… and bridges. A little more here, a little smoothed-over there. With each addition, it grew to something recognizable. A moat was dug for protection from the encroaching sea. The sun shone on the glistening grains and it was good. Not Cinderella’s castle, but a fortress with flags flying nonetheless.
Then the tide turned. At first, just small damage was done to the perimeter. Then wave after wave assaulted the structure. The intrusion ate at the foundation until the crumbling began. One wall at a time, it slipped away. Eventually, as always, the big breaker came. Crashing too close, it overwhelmed the turrets and the last defenses. When the water receded, the castle was gone. No one walking past would ever know what had been.
I thought I would be sentimental about it all. But I’m not. It was created, it stood tall, it washed away. Maybe it’s because it was a slow decline. Maybe it’s because a part of me knew all along it was temporary… like all things. And now, surveying the landscape, I’m just a witness. I don’t regret the effort I put in. It was time well spent while the sun was warm. I don’t curse the forces of nature that swept it away. It’s inevitable. Things change. People change.
What remains… or what has been re-created…is the beauty of a pristine beach as far as the eye can see.
Like a child gathering daisies, I collected stories of the past
Memories built a lifetime destined not to last
Harvested by a farmer, baskets filled with sorrow
Indulged my mournful soul not ready for tomorrow
Burdened like a peddler with more than one could bear
I stumbled under sadness and wandered everywhere
Until at last I pondered what benefit I’d found
In heaping piles of grief and so I laid them down
One by one I placed them gently on the waves
And let the ripples take them to an ocean’s grave
And now with empty hands, my cares all lost at sea
Peace has finally found me. My heart has been set free.