Reflectionary Thought
Perhaps, it's the holidays,
then again, maybe not.
Perhaps, it's that time of year
when all the world seems racing around,
as if the stores will suddenly
be emptied of their inventory,
as if any other time of year
that could possibly happen.
Warm unsual December creeps in
and lays hidden within the morning fog.
Sipping coffee in a t shirt and jeans
the world is too quiet, too still
as if the universe were anticipating
waiting for something big to happen.
Perhaps, it already has
and we are blindly oblivious
failing to notice or be aware
of when it occured
and are still waiting.
The message is there, unchanged
speaking in the simplest of terms
Love one another
as I have loved you.
I hear it
do you?
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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