What is it?
This thing we call time…
There really isn’t a good definition of it…
Probably the most widely accepted one is
“The period during which something occurs”
But when you analyze that,
It really doesn’t say much
Because the word, period
Suggests the word time
And you’re right back to where you started.
A period is a time
And vice versa
Anyway, whatever it is
Man has devised a thousand ways
To measure it…
And those devices are our masters
We live by them
Whether we like it or not
And they are everywhere
In every shape, design and disguise..
But make no mistake about it,
They are not on our side.
Some of them are beautiful…
But they are devious,
And even though many of them are guaranteed
Accurate to a fraction of a second
All you have in the way of proof
Is the word of another device.
And the whole thing
Might be a conspiracy.
If you watch them closely,
You’ll find they act
Pretty much as they please,
Depending on the situation.
They ring or buzz
Or clang you out of bed in the morning
Then run at breakneck speed
Til you’re late to work.
Then for the next eight hours
They dilly dally
Snooze frequently and run only
When you look at them.
Then when the elongated work day is over,
They run like a bandit to catch up,
Throwing you late for dinner.
And we serve these masters
Without question,
When all the while
They are measuring
The thing that makes us grow old.
And maybe that’s the best definition
Of time.
Time is growing old…
And if you don’t agree with that definition,
Then you’re probably somewhere on
The lighter side of forty,
In which case, you can’t speak
With any degree of authority on the subject.

~ Jim Metcalf ~
“Follow Another Star”

Yea, fine, whatever
Yes, perhaps, it was my mistake
To spring my new found relationship on you
Without sufficient warning
But I was a fool in believing
That being honest and open
Was better than hiding behind
That damned wall of silence

For all your talk about trust
You’ve really never forgiven me
For coming out that day in May so many years ago
Or you’ve really never forgiven me
For breaking out of the mold
In which you so carefully created and shaped
Out of your expectations for your firstborn

I’m sorry, but I’m not going back
Into that closet where I hid for so long
No matter how much you want me to
And I’m not going to conform
To your version of “don’t ask, don’t tell”
This is the life that I chose to live
It fits me better than the life
You would rather I have chosen

I will always be your daugther
But I’m not going back to being the little girl
That sought to please you at every turn
By meeting your unrealistic expectations
And “doing the right thing”
I will only do what I feel is right for me
And I’m not going back

If you can’t accept
That I’m an adult in my own right
With the right to love who I choose to love
You can’t possibly know
Just how happy I am with who I am now
Who I’ve become
And who shares my life with me…
So if you don’t wish to know that side of me
Then, I have nothing more to say
Except that it’s really your loss.

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L. Kupfer

Time… Distance… Space…
Faded and retreated
Before the sheer power
Of that moment of realization
As I knelt before Her

The very air enveloped us
In a mantle of intimacy
That only comes from a mutual journey
Of two souls answering the call
Of an ancient hunger

My eyes lifted to Hers
In perfect love and trust
My pledge and my promise
Freely given without reservation
Spoken from the heart
With both voice and hands
For Her eyes and ears alone

I bowed my head
Under the tender benediction of Her smile
Breathless in anticipation
Aware of only Her presence
And the destination of
The slender chain of gold

Slender chain of gold
Link in the unending circle of life
That brought us both to this golden path
Layered depths still open to exploratoin
Serene knowing of promises to unfold
As limits are conquered

Her slender chain of gold
Now encircles my neck
Tangible anchor and symbol
So light, so natural, so right
Yet so enriching and so deeply fulfilling
To my soul
And I am complete.

L. Kupfer
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© S. Ranea Noha-Wright

Quietly
Without needing to speak …
Without wanting to struggle …
My heart yielded
No battle
Conquered subject I -
I surrendered
… not to greater strength
but to the hungry flame
that even now
Burns
… aching and gnawing …
from within
Insistent …
Demanding to be fed
Silently
Without needing to force …
Without wanting to rush …
You reached inside,
Holding life in Your hand …
Sustaining me ..
I did not resist,
Though reason cried I should!
Gently
Without needing to gloat…
Without wanting to frighten…….
You took me,
Claiming and treasuring
What I surrendered as Yours……
Opened to You
….willingly
….completely
….obediently
With quiet resolve
You reached inside my soul
To answer the hunger
And lead me where I’ve never been
….soaring
….loving
….trusting
……..knowing
Quietly

©S. Ranea Noha-Wright
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