Each and All of Us
This is my supposition.........
All things are woven together by a Seamstress somewhere
All the songs
Here and everywhere
Are composed by a Composer
Who has me in mind.
Someone is keeping a journal of my times.
I am not alone here.
Furthermore, no one is alone here.
Not me, living with a heart full of holes:
Not Henry, who is laying in a pile of covers growing older and older;
Not Coy, pushing his truck and trailer for hours through my living room, lost
in the joy of his young mind's story.
Not the pretty snail that Phoebe stepped on and crushed;
Not the crab spider waiting for the wasp who is exploring a thistle;
Not the perfectly formed white mushroom we found beneath a sky of tall grass;
Not the equally perfect white crawfish shell when life has gone;
Not Chris working to make he and Sarah a perfect home;
Not Bridget loving her stubborn husband and painting another new room
at another new job he took them to;
Not the solitary sun perch who lives alone in my fish tank with three fat, dirigible
gold fish;
Not Phyllis spending 80+ years in a body that barely works, and a voice that
strains to speak;
Not Kenzie, with her three blonde pups wrestling in a mountain of blankets
and not in one moment does she deny them her love;
And not the silver back gorilla who died by a strike of lightening while sleeping
in the canopy of the rainforest......
We all live, as best we can; we feel the joy of an unexpected good day and the the sting of suffering that comes just as quickly. And yet, we are not alone. Something, or someone, or SOMEONES, are around each of us.
Aware of us, hovering above......I think even loving us.
If we share nothing else, us humans, snails, mushrooms and apes.....
We share a common thread or a few common notes in a bigger song.
An Ancient Choir
Or a Son,
A Brother, Mother, Father, a Friend...around us through each step.
