I wonder and sometimes worry. Herein lie those ponderings with perhaps some editing but still in their truer forms. Whisper as well, though in truth, whispers are just that, rustlings in the wind and nothing more. It is kind to not be alone with one's own whispers.
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Questions many.
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Some gifts are so difficult to understand they are confused with curses. The joy in the gift cannot be known up front, and it is not a gift for all. A question asked thrice, and answered in various ways.
The thing with them? Even if they start out, and mostly seem, hopeless? Like that curl in some haiku, the barb, the catch, is that... there is a reality to loving and living forever. It's in there.
The point is that, even when it is hard, there is more. If you didn't get that, listen again. I just love slop shotting hope right through the hells of life, and beyond. If, sometimes, I can't always see it, I do know it's there. And, yeah, that makes the difference.
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ReplyDeleteThe thing with them? Even if they start out, and mostly seem, hopeless? Like that curl in some haiku, the barb, the catch, is that... there is a reality to loving and living forever. It's in there.
ReplyDeleteThe point is that, even when it is hard, there is more. If you didn't get that, listen again. I just love slop shotting hope right through the hells of life, and beyond. If, sometimes, I can't always see it, I do know it's there. And, yeah, that makes the difference.