Sunday, April 22, 2012

skipping down alleys, trudging down paths...


I may have posted this in previous years, but as with re-reading a favorite novel or re-watching a favorite movie, poems are also enhanced by a re-visit.  Not sure who to credit for these words, but thank you to whomever penned them.  They are becoming my credo.




 she wasn't where she had been
she wasn't where she was going....
but she was on her way.


And on her way
she enjoyed 
food that wasn't fast,
friendships that held,
hearts glowing,
hearts breaking,
smiles that caught tears,
paths trudged and alleys skipped.





and on her way
she no longer looked for the answers,
but held close the two things
she knew for sure.

One, if a day carried strength in the morning,
peace in the evening,
and a little joy in between,
it was a good one.
 
 
And two,
you can live completely 
without completely understanding.

(I am nowhere near the level of zen provided in this last statement, but I am continuing down alleys and paths in hopes of sussing it out.)

1 comment:

  1. I believe that the author is Jodi Hills. I've not read anything else of hers.

    Yes, Zen is sorely missing today, but we are all, indeed, just by virtue of being upright and still breathing, on our way...

    ReplyDelete