A Critical Measure
A little of me was left behind when she suddenly left
Prompting A Genesis I guess, of both smiles and tears . Trying, Perhaps mistakenly ,a tactile desperate grasp to reach back, grab a little of each, and allay my building fears
Wishing to compute a relationship relativity to override this soul shaking negativity wondering if there was someway to conclude that our piles of infectious smiles combined to cancel, this current river of tears. With a wink I began to imagine a mystic scale buried deep in
a sea filled with waves of emotion touching each and all , with surging tides of resentment and contentment ,great success and lonely duress , our inspired climbs and insipid falls. Hark, grand waters break and grand Heralds call, Behold Grandest Scale of All
The magnificence now before our eyes , abruptly delivered a Shock and Awe surprise. That scale was barely noticed, rather all gathered, strained to hear hypnotic beauty of the Herald’s song . Life’s Meaning and pure essence melodically messaged through my ears
I no longer wished to count those smiles and no longer wished to weigh those tears. At once and sudden I did remember, importance lives not within all that wash away but rather it stays within our
love of life and our Joyous Spirit of Surrender
BobbyO