“Positive Change” by Sharon Cummings
the hill that
was a mountain
worn down
by endless time
the forest
once a meadow
raised up
by endless time
the desert
once an ocean
dried up
by endless time
the old man
once so callow
made wise
by endless time
the poet
once dilettante
purposed
by endless time
time itself
seeming endless
deceived
by its own myth
change is a
birth with a death
conjoined
by existence
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
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Time, huh? That seems to be a partner of yours!
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a subject that crowds the aging mind
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“It does not yet appear what we shall be . . .” ~ St Paul
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and didn’t he know a lot about change
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I’m making friends with time, too, Paul, entirely of necessity. It isn’t so bad once you get the hang of it – and then we die, hahahaha!
This is lovely, bearing truth in every stanza. ❤
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appreciate your comments very much
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Really like this. You write of truth.
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much appreciated, joanna
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this is really beautiful! 🙂
also, thanks for visiting my blog 🙂
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thank you most kindly
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Another piece of magnificence Sir Paul 🙂
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you are most kind
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you, a dilettante?
never – as in forever and a day
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*smile*
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Seems a bit Zen to me. A look at time most realistically, and, of course, unDer your pen, beautifully.
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any zen-ness is purely coincidental
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yes I echo
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much appreciated
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Reblogged this on Br Andrew's Muses and commented:
Tick tock
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Great truth in here. 🙂
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thanks kindly
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Beautiful images of the flow of time.
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thanks very much
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Every time I read something of yours it gives me food for thought. I have gotten something both thoughtful and usefull
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I can think of no finer compliment – thank you most sincerely
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