Melody

Our destiny, our incessant urgings, far below the din of want or need is call for harmony.  We can no more deny its pressing invite then pass an act of beauty and not be touch.

    The puppies, and kitten and toddlers that ignite our grins.  The laughter of children at play in parks, or their running with outstretched arms and hoots of glee into waiting grandparents arms. "Grandma!" the rejoicing affection!

Hear them chime in your heart as you read? 

    How often the uttered...'aw' when strangers see a baby in a carriage; or when children demonstrate kindness and generosity without prodding.  We celebrate the passing of the touch of caring...of values that nurture and encourage life's subtle presence. Love makes no demand.

    Oh when our friends share their fear, or cry, don't our tears arrive to mingle? Inspired to stop thinking and feel from the well of our compassion, that moment of recognition what is real, "that's me"

Whoa be the soul who has become so hardened to the truth that distraction is reality.  For they say there is a hell, and I'm convinced it’s self wrought, and anchored with keyless gates.

Only recently have I come to see the ramparts were not meant to keep interlopers out...but to keep the owner in.  What a shame

I like the song of life.  I'm rather fond of its compelling melody…as I celebrate another year on this globe.