Just came outside a few minutes ago, after a morning of shopping and paying bills. When the slightest scent of sweetness passed through the air. It only lasted a brief moment between the smell of under brush burning and the log trucks rolling down the highway. The scent was much like the spring flowers that line around the early garden. But nothing remains of them now but dry grass and dormant bulbs.
Seeds planted grow and wither away with the passing of seasons. The strength of youth passes and hopefully the wisdom of age takes it’s place. I sit by and watch the beating heart of the world. While heart’s like my own fade into dust. I don’t mind speaking of end things. Maybe it’s an offshoot of my morbid sense of humor. Or maybe the peace I’ve discovered casting away the burden of time.
Either way, the sun pierces through the overcast sky, while our newest stray eats her meal. We’re all tied together by moments. Not man, nor mission, nor belief can pull apart the connection. No matter how civil the cause, until we learn we’re all in this together. We are just doomed to repeat the same mistakes, over and over again.
All post written by
FD Thornton, Jr
All Rights Reserved.