A funny thing about this life:
It goes around.
Cycles,
like bi-cycles and tri-cycles
that children ride,
their feet a blur
for pedaling so fast.
Around,
and around
and around,
Spinning like the
merry-go-round at
summer camp,
and where it stops, nobody knows.
Sometimes we drag our feet,
so we can stop and savor and see.
The world is going
by so fast
and we want to hold each
breath.
Other times we
wrap our arms
tight around metal bars
and hope we don't fly off.
Right now we're hanging on, Dave and I. Hope is our grip, and faith the strength of our arms. It's hard, riding this pell-mell tumble of a merry-go-round we've been on for the last 9 months. Our "and then" story, where every time you think you're done something else happens and you have to add another "and then" when you tell it.
The end will be good when we get there. Worth the ride, I'd bet. I can't wait to tell that part of the story.
11 comments:
we both cling to the end, even though we aren't there. it will be worth it friend!!
The "and then" stories are always the best ones of all :) Loved the poem!
"Hope is our grip" Isn't it so? I don't know the story, but I know the Creator of the story, and I know He is good and His heart toward you, His daughter, is ever faithful. So hold on tight, sister. This was beautifully written and a tribute of your faith.
the words of the readers above me say it all, but i just echo that i know that round and roundness. and the hanging on is good, or rather the who we hang onto is good, if only we'd see and remember. i can't wait for yo uto be at the end of the story.. so you can raise a banner of remembrance and remember the "and thens" of your story.
also? LOVE your bradbury and cummings. you had me at them, really. love your space here!
Do you know Jamie Cullum's song "Wheels" on his newest album? Your poem reminded me of that song.
i can't wait to hear that part of the story, friend... i love the simple beauty in this post. thank you so much for linking. xo
I can't wait for that part of the story to happen.
An apt analogy/metaphor for this ride of life.
The key is in holding onto each other and to God.
wonderful poem...used to love to ride as a child...and taking my hands off the wheel putting htem out like i could fly...i want that kind of confidence back...smiles.
my imperfect prose
playful and imaginative prose..
beautiful style!
Thank you all, for your supportive, encouraging words. I'm truly enjoying walking this path with you.
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