submitted to m.B. on the 14-Nov-2020
“I look back, dreamily in time, to when I still laughed and played with those I understood, and who, it seemed, understood me. I understood them well, for I had grown up with them. We were companions, in sickness, in health, in good times and in hard times.
This didn’t mean I never was lonesome, for rare would be the individual who never was touched with such feelings; for that is merely part of existence.
Perhaps I then dreamed, as I do now, of a time when I would be fully at peace with my surroundings, with my colleagues and acquaintances. I didn’t realize how much I did have in common with them, until it too was taken away, as the swift stream of life pulls one down and around and away.
Some call it progress; others don’t know what to make of change when it happens. Change always seems good before it happens, for there is always the hope that one will find peace and surcease from whatever is ailing them at the moment. But when change occurs, it comes with a new surge of challenges—some good, some that are unexpected and hard to bear.
And so it was with me. But perhaps that is just because I am not truly home yet. My home is yet to come. My companions, still earthbound, weren’t living yet their full potential. Perhaps in the days to come, when we all have passed through this life of learning, we will be more equipped to be true companions to each other. But that will be some time, sometime far down the line”…continued in downloadable PDF.
A lamentation
“I sit and stare out the window of my heart, not forward, but to a dream that has past. A dream that seems so distant, and crushed, just as the past is gone and buried, so is what I knew to be. But I am still alive; I am still yearning for the peace, for the love, for the laughter of friends. My dream mates, I wish they would be here for me, to talk with, to love with, to share the heartaches of life. I wish we could encourage one another in the paths we each must walk.”
