The One
What will my great tragedy be?
The one that will knock on my door
and demand all my mettle.
God knows there have been plenty of
lessers, and I could think they all add up
to cut a tragic figure. But I don’t.
I still wait for the one, the definer.
I don’t obsess over this, I’m committed to
enjoying each fresh day. But I do keep
my third ear cocked for the door.
Maybe I read the Bible too much early on,
then too much Joseph Campbell later on.
Both texts cast quite the vision. And some
scripts are quite impossible to shake.
It’s challenging to find the sweet spot somewhere between failing to live mindfully and always waiting for the other boot to drop. I do wonder if it has something to do with being able to distinguish the sound of God’s boots.
Hey John,
The painting below by my wife, artist Marilyn Terry, should take your mind off of serious things for a a few moments. My grandson and his wife brought this photo, which they made, back from Africa.
I would like your opinion.
Lindsay Lindsay Terry 169 Lions Gate Drive St. Augustine, FL 32080 Phone 904-461-9113 http://www.lindsayandmarilynterry.com lindsay976@earthlink.net
blessings on thy frosty brow john david my joe