I keep
forgetting that I wrote this. It was about six years ago when someone on Facebook suggested I write a
few lines on my birthday. At the time I called it "a first draft
stream-of-consciousness let-the-words-fall-into-place attempt." It was composed
on Facebook, and for a while, it only existed on Facebook. I am re-posting it on
my blog today as I make one more complete circle around the sun.
Birthday
Lines
Years are passing
Sights are fleeting
Thoughts are bleating
In the meadow.
Days are ending
Someone calling
Night is falling
In the glen.
Forward looking
Sometimes seeming
Like the dreaming
Of a lark.
Looking back
Across the lake
The foaming wake
Disperses soon
In the moment
Breathing deeply
Nothing cheaply
Enters in
Moving forward
Careful choosing
No sense losing
In the flood
In the circle
All is counted
Faith comes mounted
On a steed
Quiet times
Though days are numbered
Unencumbered
Spring rolls in
Finding grace
When time is swirling
Love’s unfurling
Fills the day.
~ CK
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Photo: Shades Creek, Birmingham, Ala.
Credit: Charles Kinnaird
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