Wednesday, November 08, 2006
As Rome Sleeps (from "A Slip Of The Tongue")
my child is about to wake up on this Monday morning
and I am sitting by the window, looking at the tree branches and the wind.
my life is uneventful at best -
sometimes hardly worth writing about.
yet there are moments that shine out in my mind,
that push me to write,
that connect me to the great creative stream of consciousness,
and that allow me to be
for the moment
greater than myself.
and this morning,
as the quiet pursues,
I wonder about Rome.
yet here I am,
just a vessel of creative words while my child sleeps in the other room.
this is my story, heroic in it's own way,
as I solve my problems
and face the darkness in my life.
I may not be a warrior
or a priest
or a god,
but I know that as long as I am true to my heart
and allow my destiny to unfold before me,
I will hold captive the readers of my story
and realize my place in this world.
and today, as I stare out my window,
two old questions come to mind:
who are we meant to be? and why do these events take place?
I will tell you that, as I have learned,
if you are wondering, then you aren't living,
and while Rome is gone, and the gods seem forgotten,
there is no reason for me to deny myself a life of purpose.
I will be this man, and I will raise my son,
and as the years take us,
perhaps my son and I will rebuild these great cities and civilizations
through bed time stories.
and I am sitting by the window, looking at the tree branches and the wind.
my life is uneventful at best -
sometimes hardly worth writing about.
yet there are moments that shine out in my mind,
that push me to write,
that connect me to the great creative stream of consciousness,
and that allow me to be
for the moment
greater than myself.
and this morning,
as the quiet pursues,
I wonder about Rome.
yet here I am,
just a vessel of creative words while my child sleeps in the other room.
this is my story, heroic in it's own way,
as I solve my problems
and face the darkness in my life.
I may not be a warrior
or a priest
or a god,
but I know that as long as I am true to my heart
and allow my destiny to unfold before me,
I will hold captive the readers of my story
and realize my place in this world.
and today, as I stare out my window,
two old questions come to mind:
who are we meant to be? and why do these events take place?
I will tell you that, as I have learned,
if you are wondering, then you aren't living,
and while Rome is gone, and the gods seem forgotten,
there is no reason for me to deny myself a life of purpose.
I will be this man, and I will raise my son,
and as the years take us,
perhaps my son and I will rebuild these great cities and civilizations
through bed time stories.
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