Time wants to show you a different country. It's the onethat your life conceals, the one waiting outsidewhen curtains are drawn, the one Grandmother hinted atin her crochet design, the one almost foundover at the edge of the music, after the sermon.It's the way life is, and you have it, a few years given.You get killed now and then, violatedin various ways. (And sometimes it's turn about.)You get tired of that. Long-suffering, you waitand pray, and maybe good things come - maybethe hurt slackens and you hardly feel it any more.You have a breath without pain. It is called happiness.It's a balance, the taking and passing along,the composting of where you've been and how peopleand weather treated you. It's a country whereyou already are, bringing where you have been.Time offers this gift in its millions of ways,turning the world, moving the air, calling,every morning, "Here, take it, it's yours."
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Posted by Susannah at 4/12/2011 05:03:00 AM