forever

Somewhere,
long ago,
I read that the greatest gift we can give
is our time—
our listening ears,
our attentive eyes,
our working,
walking,
watching,
waiting
beside each other.
It seems to me that this is
love,
for love and time touch and tune,
one to the other,
twinned and twined in an eternal dance
to the vibrations of every voice,
chord,
rhythm,
and wingbeat,
every raindrop,
whisper of breeze
and gust of wind,
all measuring time,
all coming,
going,
circling back again and again,
the heartbeat of life,
the hum that is you and me.
If we could see the colors of this interplay,
this pulsing swirl of time and love,
we would see that love
is the stronger stream,
the more vibrant,
filling and freshening our hearts
with the wonder of
beyond,
where love transforms time
so that it’s no longer the measure
of what’s passing
but the majesty
of what always is.
Love folds time into itself and becomes
forever,
forever,
forever.
And isn’t this the greatest gift
we can give to anyone?
-kh-

Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.

Nature of the week:
Shadow of the week:

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This comes from a children’s classic (can you guess which one?):

“One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever.

. . . sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands alone and throws one’s head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry out and one’s heart stands still at the strange unchanging majesty of the rising of the sun – which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. One knows it then for a moment or so.

. . . sometimes when one stands by oneself in a wood at sunset and the mysterious deep gold stillness slanting through and under the branches seems to be saying slowly again and again something one cannot quite hear, however much one tries.

. . . sometimes the immense quiet of the dark blue at night with millions of stars waiting and watching makes one sure

. . . sometimes a sound of far-off music makes it true

. . . sometimes a look in some one’s eyes.”

– from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Wishing you the awe of forever and ever and ever.

(And once you have it, carry that calm.)

Nature of the week – a heron in Texas:

Shadow of the Week – also from my Texas trip:

Carry the Calm

Karyn Henley

Time and Love

Five Times We’re Sure of Forever and Ever and Ever