Wednesday, September 24, 2008

The Whole Year Inn

Nina Simone sings Bob Dylan "my best friend the doctor won't even tell me what it is I got"... It is an overwhelming prospect you know, the entirety of living laid out before us to figure. The vast expanse of time and single tread in that tapestry. Believing our thread is something and stepping back to see the other threads touched and touching and the weave. And so the wish, I wish I could heal the pain I see in others, the sickness, the disease, wish I knew what to say, wish I could touch and alleviate the suffering.
I wrote this last night. Needs some work.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Do not get so wrapped up and overwhelmed by by the troubles of the world and trying to save it that you forget to say "Hello" to your neighbor. The smallest acts sometimes do large amounts of good.

Granted, when things like 'IKE' occur, we need to stretch....however.....