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Clock - A Time"peace" in the Window
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Clock - A Time"peace" in the Window |
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NickTofteland Member
since 2003-06-13
Posts 74MN, USA 
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After writing this last night, I thought long and hard if this should be shared, only to decide that there is no true value in secret. I wrote this while remembering my Grandfather on the year anniversary of his passing. Enjoy. “Before the beginning of years, There came to the making of man…” In the beginning there is the hole A window we outgrow to become aware That there exist dimensions beyond our grasp To fill the hole with substance we seek To define our presence in sequences That attach meaning to our lives But we cannot convey the passing Of days into nights and months into years Despite our attempts to put numbers On the walls and candles on the cake We will not understand all that passes While we live our day-to-days One morning we awaken and dawn Is on our breaths we begin to breathe The freshness of life that encompasses all There is no time to weep or pray Our life is young and we will play For hours without end without thought Somewhere in the circle we become aware That we are not the ones we were Déjà vu reminds us that our thoughts Occur in patterns we cannot comprehend Our life spins in mirrored reflections of itself While we grow stronger and wiser And as we come to know ourselves We still do not understand how we Can pass from seconds into hours as we Hold each other’s hands and pray And wish that the moment will not end To be alone together forever and a day But then we pass the hour and our Children take the stage each with smiles On their faces and freshness in their eyes Full of hope and promise and a vision of tomorrow And their dreams become our past While our promises are broken in their mirror One day we realize that our chances Have grown slim with the winter At our doorstep we stare and face the chill The sound of laughter has left us cold And despite our greater wisdom We cannot understand what has gone And in the end our lives have no meaning But the reflections in the mirror The sound of children’s laughter Hands held on summer nights Pictures on the mantle and a fire in the hearth While the clock beside the window fades from view Psalms 20:7 "Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God." |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
A time "peace" worth recalling, Nick. This is wonderful, and I am so glad you shared a moment of your slice of life with us, especially that of your grandfather. Thank you. |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
"All my life's a circle" as the song goes. Life goes on. Very nice write. Chris "Hope" is the thing with feathers- |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
powerful memories and a well done poem - thanks Nick - Paul |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Nick: what a lovely tribute . . . I wanted to quote the entire thing but this - this is all of it: One day we realize that our chances Have grown slim with the winter At our doorstep we stare and face the chill The sound of laughter has left us cold And despite our greater wisdom We cannot understand what has gone no - no we cannot xxoo |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
A lot of powerful Memories!  ARCTIC WIND |
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