Be the sun that shines, The star that guides, The heart that beats, The focus that leads, The example that feels, The hand that reaches, The soul that believes, The one that lifts the fallen, The mind that searches, The question finding answers, The brave that continues, The failure that succeeds, The intelligence in darkness, The person for all people, The hallelujah and amen, The strength to begin again, The one that helps overcome, The ears that diligently listen, The scholar that teaches, The hands that build, The one who can forgive, The charitable to the needy, The good that will not stop, The music that mends minds, The words that need speaking, But most of all be The LOVE that lights Every corner of existence And assists humanity.
This morning I was covered in goosebumps and asked him if he had a jacket I could wear. He went upstairs and brought me a sweatshirt.
I asked him if he had heard Barbara’s song off the Songbird album, “Honey, Can I Put On Your Clothes?” He is like a musical encyclopedia and can recite, well, you would not believe.
He said, “No.” So I sang it. Then he asked if I had a shirt like that. I said, not really. He said you can have that one.
Sometimes I am crazier than everything.
We’re not in love No, no, no, we’re not, He is still caught up In memories of her; I try to be someone Freeing him for a time From the constant grind Of all the problems He is called upon To solve each second, Of every single day. He shares his tastes In music, humor, art, I learn sometimes That I am not so strange As I have often thought, There is a contemporary Person who gets The boundless part of me. He helps me with My myriad problems Encouraging me to Continue in my efforts, And our hugs help Us deal with this time Of social isolation; But no, he is not in love And says he never will. I share him with a ghost But somehow, that feels Familiar, it is usually Reversed – so I can deal With it for now, and Perhaps eventually We will find a place In one another’s orbit That allows us to feel What is already there As something real.
It occurs to me The night lends hospitality I find comfortable Because the shadows obscure My flaws and hard-wrought scars. I rarely have to assume A personality conjured up To please those who cannot Bear to see my actuality. The night frees me to be – I am home, at peace When being is not difficult When attributes are uncovered So if acceptance is offered I know the feelings are honest. No one dares the night – Without they search for truth. The authenticity of love Unencumbered by cosmetic Pretenses painted super-large. Yet, the night, lonely, The present it offers each Day fading, normalcy away.
Too many bridges into Mountains too far Where dreams may be lost In the climbing over rocks, Boulders that shifting can Send hope hiding under Fear, misery, doubt, despair. Still, the beauty at the summit Makes the trouble on the path Seem insignificant and worthwhile For climbing ever higher is How growth and learning occur.