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There is a strange feeling in the air This morning, a feeling That the sun is on the cusp Of the horizon but hesitating, That I too am on the cusp Of a breakthrough to daylight. The cars traveling on the highway Are coming and going Towards the sun and away From its orange glow above the trees. Are these my fellow pilgrims Approaching the gates of love? Will we arrive together? At last, and yet also too quickly, The sun breaks the surface Of the day, like a creature Coming up for a breath of fresh air— Daily news of division Like this canal's muddy depths. We live together or die alone: The message of the sun Rising for the good of all. This exponentially increasing Enmity of the factions Is a road to destruction. My beloved said something to me That was like the sunrise, A light that cast strange shadows Across the lost highways of my mind, A brightness both blinding and Revealing the path forward. Would that she and I could float away Down the canal of time To a place of fellowship Away from these bitter arguments And leaders who fail to lead And people who fail to love. Would that we could travel together Side by side in a car On a long pleasant journey To a destination, though unknown, Without a doubt marvelous, Happily ever after, To find our place in the fellowship Of the eternally Recurring mystery of The never-failing ebb and flow of The rising and setting sun, The setting and rising sun.
Wow... well this poem is an excellent meditation. Thanks man... 👍🏼
Yes, there is a strange feeling in the air. It has lingered for almost a quarter-of-century, at times stronger, at times weaker, and then strong again. That strange feeling that lingers.
But I also feel the presence, as of late,, only this month after the eclipse, of the sun and its light, a little now. It might get stronger. We need it. The light of love.