Midnight

Typical cliche equatorial night in this rural suburb; Hot!; Buzzing Mosquitoes; Barking Dogs. With blatant disregard to grammar, I sit. A pause in time. Pen poised in mid air, a pendulum swinging from a blank mind to a dry mouth. The space through which it swings, a vacuum filled with memories and desires; heartfelt and blurted out; a fire burning against an impending darkness. I am in this space. I hope to pluck a few moments that can perhaps give breath to the words I dare not write.

I was writing you a letter, another one. This one was long overdue.

I have found that the skill of letter writing is one that is easily forgotten. Many times prior I had found myself held ransom by a paper without words. Perhaps I have succumbed to the life that is character limits.

The buzz of the telephone. The mobile hand set. Interruption. A text message.

Relief.

Your timing is perfect. I bet you did not know of how the post master watches closely the dealings of the exchequer. He keeps step.

Pain.

I never do consider these possibilities, my fault really. Who upon watching the magnificence of ship upon water pauses to consider the fury of the sea kept hidden in shallow depths?

The pen settles. The spell is broken. Sip of water. Swallow.

The letter need not be written. A text message shall suffice. Goodbye.

I will miss most your tear that cleanses my soul.

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“Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.

First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind's way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.

Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying 'time heals all wounds' is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.

Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.

Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.”

Patrick Rothfuss

Blessings

An old church hymn that we sang for the Archbishop and his wife yesterday as we bid him goodbye, just thought I would share it with all who might stumble across my blog.

Blessings!!

Christ be beside you, Christ be before you,
Christ be behind you, King of your heart.
Christ be within you, Christ be below you,
Christ be above you, never to part.

Christ on your right hand, Christ on your left hand,
Christ all around you, shield in the strife.
Christ in your sleeping, Christ in your sitting,
Christ in your rising, light of your heart.

Christ be in all hearts thinking about you,
Christ be on all tongues telling of you.
Christ be the vision in eyes that see you,
In ears that hear you Christ ever be.

Yesterday

Yesterday I lost a friend.

We used to be close, once we were inseperable,
The kind of friend with whom anything could be spoken,
Anything could be shared.

There were no awkward moments,
There was only camraderie

And then something changed.
Why, I think i know, but I choose to leave in denial.
I refuse to think of my friend that way,
I can not believe that is what changed it all.

Yesterday I lost a friend,
And I lost a part of me.

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