Courage is the coin that life demands
Of those who seek release from little things.
The fearful grope their way with unsure hands
And feeble faith for peace no bondage brings,
Haunted ever by imprisoned dreams
Chanting in their hearts to be set free.
Bue he who dares to make a choice and teams
His zest for striving with audacity
Will gain the victory, forgetting scars,
And for one triumphant moment touch the stars.
As we talk I try to
memorize
The things uniquely
you that make you dear:
The way you dress,
your laughing eyes,
The sound of your
voice that rings so clear;
The way you write
and hold your pen;
The pride with which
you walk and stand
That sets you apart
from other men;
The beauty of your
strong brown hand,
The contours of your
face; the way
Your depth of character
shines through
In everything you
are and do.
These vignettes portray
in part
The you I hold within
my heart.
Moments such as this
are fragile things,
Made for holding lightly.
Time has wings,
And you can never
slow its flight, nor will
You try if you are
wise. Instead, distill
The essence from each
moment you would keep
And look not
back when it is gone, nor weep
Because it will not
come again. Just know,
And feel, and hold
if briefly, then let go.
Be grateful you have
known it.
No one can ever own
it.
(note: this is one of Elaine's favorite poems)
I do not know why I
should worship you,
Not why I look to
you for sustenance
Of all my deepest
needs. There is no clue.
I only know that one
day quite by chance
You opened Heaven's
door for me and brought
More blinding joy
in one brief hour than fed
My heart in years!
So from that day I have sought
Your presence as the
hungry seek for bread.