Days like this (today) are always strange to me;
And I can’t explain why, though I’ve tried,
Several times, to myself, unsatisfactorily…
Days like this have the tendency to make me sink deep into myself;
Cataloguing, Analyzing, Marking, Contemplating, Appreciating…
Alternating between speechlessness and an overwhelming deluge of things to say…
Yesterday feels like a dream, tomorrow seems like a wish;
Today, here and now, smells like promises and fulfillment;
Like layers of abstractions collapsed into a singularity – reality.
There is a well from which the thirsty draw,
It is an ancient well that never runs dry;
The abject woe of this generation is that
There are few who know how to draw from this well;
And even fewer who know the value and use of that which they draw.
There are those who draw only to quench fires and thirst;
There are those who draw to nourish themselves and others;
And there are those who teach and encourage others to draw too.
It began with weak breath – presumed death;
Then serendipity brought hope that led to disappointment.
But desperate faith called forth something unlikely –
The gradual correction of an apparent design flaw
Hidden from view, known to few, but with lasting effects.
These are matters of the heart…literally.