Sunday, January 10, 2010
To A Sick Friend
There was a time the world
was our playground
everything we did, we did with ease.
The greater the challenge
the greater the attraction.
We liked taming, controlling
creating and setting free.
Laughter was easy.
We lived life, or was it, life lived us?
Willing vehicles for god’s expression
but in time even the best start to falter,
energy for living wanes,
what was once simple becomes too difficult,
fear invades the reservoir of confidence,
meditation and prayer substitute for action.
We stand at the precipice of choice:
Do we stay and dwell
in this limited capacity
or do we let go and return to the creator?
My dear friend -
because I will be
too lonely without you.