From rocky fissures near the sky, I tell how since day of birth I lived through hardly touching earth. As shadows push the day into night and clouds release the moon I always manage to make my way home. In steps with time my years take from the bounty of each day to stretch the spans of my nights. In this interlude I sometimes find myself haunting memories in a day going to sleep....My soul releases emotions as strong as ocean birds. Emotions assemble from left to right and march in ways through out my nights...into boxes so custom made unnumbered years can never fade. I wait now in peace for another cry that will not cease. Here I earn my friends and learn, from giant oaks slain by saws as squirrels go along with mistletoe, how victims evict. When troubles are tough I know the needs and go where barns burn, where sickness is, to try to help when a neighbor is down. Some see no progress in here, but we have each other where people count more than things. Down the narrow ways I go, my heart so strangely well content discovering wholeness that is so hard to find---sent my spirit soaring high...thou it's strange 'tis true I feel how interludes can help a soul to heal. While my prayer is that truth or beauty be sharpened for some as these interludes touch, I claim only sincerity of intent; and speak primarily to those who move with the music they hear, as they turn deaf ears to the dull ones who still cry: "Conform!Conform!"
Therese copyright,1999 |
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