I will not need a hammer
to make a yogurt
I may need a loom
to weave a tapestry
To find lost civilizations
I have to dig hard and deep
The ordinariness of routines,
struggle and perseverance
The devoted hours of monks:
prayers, sleep, work
I will have to master my hands
may not need a trowel or shovel
to work my way through
to find a needle, diamond, or poem
hidden inside a haystack.
After I found you
enjoyed your presence
for a brief moment
you left and hid yourself
where can I find you
and talk to you again.
We lose sleep because we want
To know if our life has meaning
What’s the meaning we are looking for.
I pray for the Holy Spirit to help me
I went to see my primary physician today. Seeing a physician is a confirmation of our mortality. We are mortals. We are subject to decay. It’s a morbid reality.
When we pray we affirm our hope for immortality.
We should realize both conditions offer us a chance for greatness. Greatness means steps of extraordinary work. Greatness is immortality in the eyes of man and God.
My doctor told me I have work to do.
note: I’m reading A Time To Keep Silence by Patrick Leigh Fermor.I finished reading Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders.