Change
What a loaded word; and i don't mean the kind you keep in your pockets..Change is a volatile thing, it cannot be commanded or controlled..it threatens to break things, to shatter them to pieces, alterring so you could never recognize..
But sometimes, if Change feels generous, it might promise to restore and revive..it is this kind of change that many in this world are afraid of..so comfortable with their ordinary lives..if Change moved in to stay, to reform their living liberality, they might themselves be moved..
Others oppose Change..set all odds against it, praying to detain it, hoping to restrain it..but these prayers are in vain, and there is change - standing in the doorway..
"How rude you are not to let us know that you have come, a simple knock would suffice," but Change locks the door, dismissing their advice..
The winds of Change have a motive all their own..each from his perspective thinks he knows it..but the mind of the wind cannot be known, cannot be thrown around or pinned to the floor..Change is coming sooner than you think..
Will you open your heart or will Change knock down your door?
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A paperless journey
Cacoethes Scribendi
"the insatiable urge to write"
About Me
- Kimber London
- I aspire to engage in the eternal process of the written word and by so doing join in the ranks of those who wrote before me.
CACOETHES SCRIBENDI
If all the trees in all the woods were men;
And each and every blade of grass a pen;
If every leaf on every shrub and tree
Turned to a sheet of foolscap; every sea
Were changed to ink, and all earth's living tribes
Had nothing else to do but act as scribes,
And for ten thousand ages, day and night,
The human race should write, and write, and write,
Till all the pens and paper were used up,
And the huge inkstand was an empty cup,
Still would the scribblers clustered round its brink
Call for more pens, more paper, and more ink.
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES
And each and every blade of grass a pen;
If every leaf on every shrub and tree
Turned to a sheet of foolscap; every sea
Were changed to ink, and all earth's living tribes
Had nothing else to do but act as scribes,
And for ten thousand ages, day and night,
The human race should write, and write, and write,
Till all the pens and paper were used up,
And the huge inkstand was an empty cup,
Still would the scribblers clustered round its brink
Call for more pens, more paper, and more ink.
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES
So if one were to remove all the words but the red ones, all that is left is:
ReplyDeletei Change.
Hmmm. small i, capital C Change.
May i decrease and may Change increase.
I have to say this was quite provocative as one of my teacher's would say. Change as you put it, is truly terrifying for us all, in this culture perhaps more than others as we love to stay in our comforts. You had it right though there are only two ways to deal with change, to accept it and for all the pain of uprooting as it were, learn to enjoy the fruits of change. Or to fight it with everything we have and in the process destroy more of ourselves than was intended. I pray we may all, myself being one in most need of this, learn to invite change rather than remaining stubborn and holding onto the things which will not prevail, nor will they promote benefit in our lives.
ReplyDeleteChange is powerful, Kimber London. So is your writing.
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