Blessed

Is there space left

to push in my page–

to share my thoughts

on such an overcrowded stage?

Is there room

in our text-attacking lives

to find my voice?

Is there any surprise

left?  Any story

that hasn’t been already said?

I could read all my life

and still be over-fed.

There isn’t room for it all.

I block out just to breathe;

and my generation wonders

is there any need

for me?

More music available

than I will ever hear.

More knowledge than I

could ever care to seek.

More roads than I could

hope to take or meet.

More food than I

could ever safely eat.

I’m

SNOWED UNDER

by all that is sweet.

DSH

5/2017

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Comforting to realize

All the past

All the past,
my own
along with all who have ever lived,
every discovery,
every word written,
every whisper of legacy
whether good or bad
converges
into
one purpose:
To help me
live now
and
succeed beautifully
in the present,
one living moment
at a time.

© 2007 DarEll S. Hoskisson (dsh)