Song of Soul Searching

from a place of peace and knowing within,
of ages lived and relived . . .

my lord, my mate
my master, my servant
my child, my mother
my father
good friend
and worst foe
how do I know you?
do I know myself?
I've sought and I've found you
I've needed and nursed you
I've worshipped and cursed you
I've killed and been killed
by lance, by hand
and by heart
yet always an ember
still glowing still burning
restart the fire
of loving you always
you've loved me more
than I've loved myself
in this struggle, this search
and efforts so needy
and fleeting
the tenuous heart
wearing to polish
bright luster of soul
earth moon and sunset
starlit in gold
reflecting a love
lamp lit by the call
and caught by the sound
love song of soul searching
by love do I know you
and only by love
that I am.

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Good News

Life is full and rich. So much so, that it has preempted posting here in too long. But yesterday my oldest called with sonographic detail.

Alphabetic inspiration:

Airplane

Backhoe

Caterpillar

Dump truck

Elephant

Firefly

Giddyup

Horseplay

Igloo

Jack-knife

Kite fly

Lighthouse

Mud puddle

Ninja

Octopus

Piggy-back

Q-tip

Rug burn

Spalding

Tree frog

Upside down

Victory

Wee wee

X-men

Yoo-yoo

Zebra

Good news,

Grandad.

Grandson!

She said I was the first to be called. Five and a half months. I love my daughters, but O Boy!

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