There are the tiniest considerations that come with life. Most of us curl up wanting to make ourselves comfortable, drowsed by the incantation of a time forgotten. And it shall be our ruin.
Doomed to repeat our past as we are lulled into restlessness. The power of time is a ruthless teacher.
Even as we watch the shadows darken, the frivolous voices uttering nonsense, we are “stupefied.”
Somehow, we are like the lazy, sleepy village who cannot be troubled to awaken even as the evening outcry sounds like a clanging gong. What will it take to wake you from your deathless slumber?
The ways of men are brief, and the twilight is trembling.
PEOPLE MAY FORGET…
The Great Depression when all were gripped with the ache of hunger, when the air was full of shadows and the fields had fallen empty.
PEOPLE MAY FORGET…
The magic of a land, the sorrow rising from the dark beneath the pale, blue glow of distant stars…
Oh, it may be told in song and in story, but how many are listening?
PEOPLE MAY FORGET…
History’s horns, but they are blowing…unanswered. The tides are turning to an utterly silent riot repeating the call to us all. The voices of tears come like dew drops drenching our dreams.
PEOPLE MAY FORGET…DON’T FORGET.
Don’t forget the un bodied light, the impenetrable, indomitable spirit of faith and love most pure. It feels like the coming of a long awaited dawn, the first blush of a winter’s rose, the fresh, exotic fragrance of a glorious autumnal light.
Don’t forget the strength of the sea, the strange music echoing downward from the mountaintops, the soft rains coming clear over the green meadows. Don’t forget the mysteries of the moon, the future frontiers yet to be explored, the heaths and hills and woods in the scarlet sunsets. Don’t forget romantic quests, the long days fired by glory that wore away.
There is a coming back, to that path, to the wondering mornings that have gone, to the hope and caring that wander around like a ghost through the tales, to the whispering peace.
Don’t forget one soul, one life. Take some time to tell the story of their greatness. Stand in breathless awe as you look around and trace the footsteps.
There is coming a spark that sets the flame. We are all torch bearers. For one another.
Many a day has passed.
DON’T FORGET.
#wewillneverforget