a picture on fire
and then, memory;
swallowed whole, the horizon owns it all.
murmurs descend like dew nourishing yesterday’s place
and all which once was belongs there, and here, together holding.
the car won’t go fast enough
and the brakes, too loose, agree: leaving too fast are for those who never learn.
squealing reminders bid welcome to slow,
live a little better,
a little longer
and a lifetime fuller.
escape is a story for non-learners to sink in and drown and imagine a day easier just ahead, always just ahead, another reach, another morning slept into, another day desolated with thoughts of the next and the busy reach beyond now, fast folded and discarded - the gift is always today promised by Always, kissed by Grace and held by Forever.
those slow-goers drink from life both bitter and sweet.
their hearts find merriment beyond the horizon and rhythm of days, in the strength of Him who owns all days - God, forever.