Plain in the city

A plain Quaker folk singer with a Juris Doctorate in his back pocket, salt in his blood, and a set of currach oars in the closet, Ulleann Pipes under his arm, guitar on his back, Anglo Irish baggage, wandering through New York City ... in constant amaze. Statement of Faithfulness. As a member of the Quaker Bloggers Ad Hoc Committee I affirm that I will be faithful to the Book of Discipline of my Meeting 15th Street Monthly Meeting of the Religious Society of Friends.

Monday, May 30, 2005

Cold Peace

When the day is over... all is peace.
The empty peace of absence.
The sun is missed, the joy not enjoyed
all that which will never be again
all that is wasted has slipped too far astern
born on a current of unstoppable time.

All that we cast aside, was perhaps the best we should have known.
All that was forgotten was perhaps the greatest gifts presented us.
All that we overlooked was perhaps the point of it all.

Not justice.
Not understanding.
Not justification.
Not recognition.
Not accomplishment.
Not fulfillment.
Not thanks.
Not any "thing" at all...




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