The Summer Wind
By John W. Vander Velden
The
hot air in motion…a summer wind. From
where it comes? To where it goes? Do we take the time to consider? It is after all just a summer wind. The breeze that rearranges our hair that
makes the heat almost bearable…nothing more.
Yet the sun bears upon me. As I
wipe my brow and adjust my cap, sweat stinging my eyes and causing my shirt to
cling, I reflect. Watching shadows pass
over the open land while the wind chases the high puffy white clouds across the
pale sky. Reminded of my own journey, of
life’s wind scurrying me along. Few know
or care where that journey began, only God knows the road ahead. No, I am like the summer’s wind. Some will notice my presence others will
ignore. But as I pass I must do what I
can…to love…to laugh…and to care. For
just as the hot breath of summer moves on and does not return…so must I.
(166
Words) Posted 9/7/2012
More than Clouds
By John W. Vander Velden
Have you taken the time lately, on a lazy hot summer’s
evening to look at the sky? Often great
masses of white float casually on the breeze.
Do you see…truly see…see more than clouds? Oh, a childish pursuit, you say…. Reserved
for the young or foolish dreamers, you say…. For the responsible, time wasted,
you say…. Perhaps. Maybe we are surrounded by walls blinding our
vision. Walls, of time clocks, bills,
promises, future plans, that limit our view.
Our focus upon reality…is there more?
For the world hurls reality in our face…the news…TV…at work…at home…all
around, numbed yet feeling strangely content.
Secure that we understand the facts and facts are all that matter…facts
make us wise. Foolish to see great
sailing ships, castles, or grand ranges of white and gray mountains; ever
changing as leisurely they drift past.
Life is too intense…too demanding.
We are grownups…met our obligations…made the sacrifices. But have we surrendered the ability to see more
than clouds?
(168 Words) Posted 8/24/2012
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