echo of love

Dedicated to everyone who will be missing a loved one this holiday season.

echo of love

Time has no memory
yet he remembers
when one minute ends
another must begin

That perpetual hand delivers
fooling comfort
for everyone is confident
he will take another spin

He dims our memories
we forget his persistent ways
moving us toward
the inevitable we don’t speak of

Every clock has a final turn
So learn to listen with your heart
For within every beat remains
a beloved’s echo of love

Before I Die

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Before I die

I will write a song

so you can hear how love should sing.

Take a selfie in clown face

to remind you laughter heals everything.

Give you all of the possessions I ever lost

because appreciation is the key.

On my final day

in hopes that you remember me forever

I will plant a tree.

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This poem was inspired by a Martin Luther quote. Although not found in his collected works, variations of this quote are attributed to him.

“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.”       – Martin Luther

Photo taken from Google Images.

 

I Am Fearless

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I Am Fearless

I am fearless
the evil monsters
beneath my bed
were slain long ago
thugs in dark alleys
can’t terrorize me
conquered them before
it doesn’t matter
when death decides
to call my name
I am fearless
yet
every time you hold me
I tremble

Photo taken from nbcphiladelphia.com

Never Enough Time For Love

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Never Enough Time For Love

 

Our time is just a fraction
the grains are falling fast
there’s little time to waste
no promise for tomorrow
once they’re gone
no one’s coming back
we learn when it’s too late
never enough time to love

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Photo from Google Images

A Better Life – 2

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Drained by his journey through the time portal, Jack stumbled across the lab. How have I altered her past?

Scott, a scarecrow of a man entered. “You know unauthorized trips are unacceptable.”

Jack hurried past his assistant, “Josephine in her office?”

“Who?”

Jack dashed down the hallway leading to his office. He settled behind his desk.

Scott whispered, “These excursions have a dangerous ripple effect.”

Jack speed dialed her number.

An unexpected voice mail answered.

Looking around, his office appeared different. The framed photograph of Josephine no longer occupied the credenza. “My wife?”

“What wife?” Scott’s voice contained traces of concern.

Jack eyed his cell; the screen no longer displayed his wedding photo.

Something had gone terribly wrong.

He jotted down ideas of how to trace her past; school records, municipal records. A sudden thought plunged him into the darkest recesses of fear.

Jack bolted from his seat, pushing Scott away. He raced down the hall, running past security, and out into the pouring rain.

Turning the ignition to his Infiniti QX80, his hands trembled. His mind raced through the endless possibilities. He crushed the accelerator.

Two hours later, he sped through the heavy black gates. He prayed he wouldn’t find the answer here. Please let it be anywhere but here.

The SUV screeched to a halt. Leaving the engine running, he raced out of the car, dashing over the wet grass.

Heavy rains drenched him until his white shirt clung to him like wet wall paper.

Please don’t let me find her here.

Arriving at his destination, he fell to his knees, sinking into the wet dirt. “What have I done?”

Kneeling in his wife’s family plot; Jack read the expiration date on her tombstone. One year after he stopped the child molester.

He had one opportunity to correct his error or she would be lost forever.

Crawling over her grave, he embraced the slick tombstone. “Oh God, I never meant for this to happen. Please, forgive me.”

Refusing to release the gravestone, Jack wept.

Cold rain and his burning tears failed to cleanse the regret that plagued him.

 

To be continued.

A Better Life

 

My Name Is Stone

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My Name Is Stone

My name is Stone

It is sad being a cemetery statue

I watch unappreciative people

They come here regretting, weeping, mourning

They come here to say goodbye

They come here to be educated

Death teaches them so much about life

It is once

It is short

It is beautiful

I am not a teacher but

Humans leave here with knowledge

My name is Stone

It is sad being a cemetery statue

Things could be worse

I could have been a gargoyle

 

Image taken from Google Images.