In the Time I have left 

Stories to repair

    trash to go through

        thoughts to re-collect

A past to reform

    shape for future use

        release non usables

Retrain the mind

    refresh the soul

        restart journey

Speak beauty full truth

    flex imagination

        detassle guilt

Stretch laugh 

    muscles 

        eurythmical 

Unlisting what

    does not

        tantalize

 

Mystical Moment

Relentless

     news

          noise

Heart

     eroding

          dis-ease

Clogging

     caring

          apparatus

Ushering in

     redemptive

          silence

Quietude

     expanding

          space

Formless

     breathless

          calm

Crystallizing

     clear

          interval

Room for

     God to

         impregnate

Breath restored

     emerge

          love equipped

 

Letting go and holding on

At the age of 12, I jumped, for the first time, into water over my head at Scout Camp, dog-paddled across the pool and was declared a swimmer. I was ecstatic.

At the age of 21, on orders to return to headquarters in the south, I confiscated a jeep, drove all the way across Korea at the 38th parallel, forged papers to catch the train back to Taegu. I was safe.

At the age of 50 I ran a mile, then 5, then 10 and one day had the wild notion to run 26.2 When I did, I was overjoyed.

At the age of 58, I loosened my grip on the wing strut of a Cessna 186 and floated to the ground in Reno, Nevada. I was tranquil-ized.

At 83, I played a 9 hole golf course in my mind while the doctors repaired my heart. I was re-lived.

At 89, I sometime walk the treadmill at 2.5 mph for ten minutes, eleven if I'm up to it. I am grateful.

Now, my wife drives me to the Blood Bank to donate every eight weeks. Life is good.