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Would You Remember a Love “Forgotten”?

eternal_sunshine“How happy is the blameless Vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d.” — Alexander Pope, “Eloisa to Abelard”

More on this tomorrow …..


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Filed under Eat, February 2009, Pray, Run

Quiet Noise.



that’s all there is …

just listen.

it’s quiet.

so loud.


i can’t stop you.

i can’t help you.

here’s my hand.

that’s the best i can do.

just listen. 

it’s there.

it’s there, my friend.

i won’t shove you.

i won’t hold you back.

just listen.

here’s my hand.

it’s gentle,

but firm.

that’s all I have to offer my friend.

don’t hold so tight.

don’t run away.

just listen.

i’m beside you,

holding on,

but letting go.

wiping your tears.

telling you to get a grip.



here’s my hand.

that’s the best i can do.

just listen.


©CMS November 2008

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Filed under Eat, November 2008, Pray, Run

Close But Faraway

If we are hundreds of miles apart,

can you still feel me squeeze your hand

three times?

I. Love. You.

And if we are not sitting

face to face,

will you still know

that I cry when I miss you?

My heart hurts.

Can you hear me laughing,

when I watch our favorite show?

I wish you were beside me.

Will I still be the first person

you call,

even though the phone line stretches

much farther now?

I want to hear

your voice.

©CMS September 2008


Filed under Eat, Pray, Run, September 2008

Far From Home

If life was easy,

then I would be a flower

and if

I was a flower,

then I would have to deal

with rain.

But maybe if

I let the rain trickle down my


then these tears would dry

and I could grow


©CMS August 2008


Filed under August 2008, Eat, Pray, Run

Sweet, Beautiful Woman . . .

Why do the fingers
Of the little once beautiful lady
(sitting sewing at an open window
this fine morning) fly instead of dancing?
Are they possibly afraid
That life is running away
From them (I wonder) or
Isn’t she aware that
Life (who never grows old) is
Always beautiful and that
Nobody beautiful ever hurries? – e.e. cummings

Bekah, there really are no words except for to say that you are beautiful, and we are all behind you.


Filed under August 2008, Eat, Pray, Run