Food for Thought

The pages of the book turn yellow, yet

The poet’s words remain faithful in ink.

The child who crawled yesterday stands

On wobbly legs to become a toddler

Today. Never again will the world be the

Same. My friends, there are losses each

Time the sun rises. History returns when

Stars light up the night. The minister sits

Down to write his sermon, and he realizes

It is time to retire. God whispers reminders

Of our mortality as dew evaporates from

Each blade of morning grass. Extraterrestrials

Have transmitted messages which will not

Be received until the Earth is swept clean.

If only we had known then what we know

Now, we may have spoken more thoughtfully

To our children before they left home. I cannot

Say what you may decide to do today, with

Whom you decide to sit beside and talk

About all which has been lost in the

Forgetfulness of dreams. Do you recall

That actor’s name, the one who played

Scarecrow in the original Wizard Of Oz?

There is so little time left to cover so many

Things, Dear Reader, so little time before

Church bells ring and the Wonderment

Disappears. The minister ended softy

With an Amen.

Chris Hanch 1-28-17