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Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "Make Hay While the Sun Shines" (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (03/06/08)
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TITLE: The Golden Thread | Previous Challenge Entry
By Loren T. Lowery
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Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were we to know?
For it is there you hold the golden thread that binds us. That golden thread, ethereal as light, which tethers us as one. There, impossibly strong it lies. That golden thread – lovingly held.
Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were we to know?
You breathe, your chest moves beneath the quilted gown. I touch your face, it is cool; and I remember its first blush of youth. I smooth your hair; and recall its once burnished radiance. I kiss your cheek to remember more.
Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were we to know?
I remember your voice and ache to hear my name fall from your lips – but I know you love me; the shadowed clasp in your hand a silent language of its own. I reach into your palm and you become Wendy; and I, Peter Pan.
Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were we to know?
Come fly with me beyond the moon, to the second star on the right and then onward ‘till dawn. But let dawn only loom there, never to be reached. Eternally waiting as an unrealized dream, a path, a destiny, a hope that unites us.
Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were we to know?
Behind closed lids, you smile. What memories play across your mind? May I join you there, one last time? To hold you if but for a moment, any moment. No, not for a moment, but forever; that I might never lose you again.
Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were we to know?
I kiss you, my Snow White, but you do not awake. Your prince has failed. There is no witch or poisoned apple stealing you from me, but only life itself. We thought we had forever. Dare I whisper we were wrong? Can death be love’s blasphemy?
Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were to know?
No, not love’s final oath, but rather its piety, because you hold the golden thread; there in that shadowed place between palm and finger. And I, I hold the other end. It is entwined within my heart; it knits my soul to yours.
Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were to know?
Love shall be our legacy, can there be a greater gift to leave behind that others might say we loved and loved greatly. We will have left this world a better place in that we shared our love in the ordering of our common lifes.
Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were to know?
I bend to whisper in your ear. A secret imparted by God. Listen well, my sweetie, and be heartened by His words that He has strengthened the wings of the angels charged over us. He has braced their sinews to bear our love heavenward that it never be lost.
Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers turn pale
How were to know?
Our love does not end with one final breath, it begins a new journey. Wait for me on that path ahead. I will find you, by the tug of our golden thread. It will lead me at last to clasp your hand, and walk beside you through all eternities.
In quiet silence I watch you sleep, your fingers gently curled into your palms. If I were a poet, I would make much of the shadowed space between palm and finger. That space clutching air.
Draw close
Embrace long
Bright embers,
Refining golden threads
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Superb hardly covers it!
Thank you!
God bless!!!!!!
IF???
There are many who put on airs, calling themselves poets. But you breathe the air of poetry. There's a world of difference.
A remarkable work.
If you were a poet?
IF??? My thoughts exactly.