No time, no time, White Rabbit exclaims
Alone it is he who must pace and race
To a very important kind of place
It’s all up him, only he will do
So shoo, shoo…he must get through
Her worried thoughts begin to mount
As she adds the tasks and starts to count
Quickening in an anxious stride
In blurring speed, she now abides
Love’s longing calls out
To engage his heart
Words echo, trail off, alone, apart
Tomorrow, tomorrow he will begin to live
You see all the attention he has to give
Is to his agendas, brimming, overflowing, and full
When suddenly tragedy hits hard, exerting a pull
Falling from her high horse, she cries in disbelief
Experiences remorse and pains of grief
Only to discover Love’s gentle relief
Lies in the irreplaceable gift of this day,
So give your life, give all as you may
Live Love, and Love; Love your life away
I attempted this poem just after I learned that my brother was diagnosed with cancer and within six months he left this earthly plane. When lightning strikes it wakes you in an instant.
Although I penned these lines some years ago, it could have been yesterday. At one time or another we will experience personal heartbreak or misfortune. We only need listen to the news to learn of the anguish and despair that is unfolding on a global level.
Yet, regardless of what may befall us, the seeming smallest of gestures, an act of kindness, an expression of love, lingers and lives within us forever.
Liz Sorensen Wessel
Self portrait, 2011 by ~liz
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