Selected Scribblings

I could live in the wilderness, miles from anything human, surrounded by space and earthly objects whose appearance changes so slowly it could be missed entirely, with nothing to occupy me but my thoughts, and the sound of nature's response  to my sole voice in echoes just slightly altered.

I could whisper to the heavens, shout to the earth, sigh to myself and cry out to you.  I could make any sound at all and wait patiently for a return in kind.

I could stare into the darkness and watch it grow ever brighter as the stars and galaxies impress their dull image ever deeper in my eyes, or I could close them entirely and allow my brain to construct images in place of light.

I could forget everything else.  But in my solitude, as in the company people, in my silence, as in the presence of sound, in my darkness, as in the light, I shall feel, hear, see, want none but you.






I know so little and have almost no direction in my life, but there is one thing of which I am more sure than any other.  Never far from my mind does the thought of it drift.  It has reshaped my entire perspective of life and informed my purpose for living it.

The chance to gaze once more into those eyes and feel the reflection of all the love I have to give is enough to keep me alive.  Just the chance.

The walls built between us, the time yet to pass, the distance yet to cover, should matter little then.  That day when once again we should embrace, our tired hearts finally at rest, I shall know that it was all worth the toil.  As we gaze across the water, our bodies one, the meaning of life will be written upon the crest of every ripple and the arc of every stone.  Our surroundings fade to white and in silence there can be found the peace which so many seek yet so few find.

If the remainder of my lifetime is required in exchange for this moment, I shall not think it a waste.