There is no time machine, to go back,to fix, to change, to give us one more chance to redeem ourselves, to apologize, to say thank you, to help someone we knew we should have, to close our mouth quicker, before that last bitter word fell, to hug tightly, to breathe in the smell of those we've lost for far too long.
So we must for now hug, those we have here tightly and loosely in the same grasp. Trap those cruel words in cages behind our tongues. Say thank you in each word we utter, each look we give, each wave of kindness. Let the sorrow fall away from us before we talk to those here with us. We must not become so firmly trapped in the debts of others that they consume our own dreams. Remember having a dream. It is so brief a time on this sweet earth.
1 comment:
It is a brief time. You write so poetically - even about torment. This sing song in your words rock like a lullaby
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