We met years ago, or only yesterday.

It was a long exchange of thoughts and sharing,

It was a silent “hello” as we passed each other on a walking trail.

But it was something else.

 

There she sits, these moments of splendor,

Crowned with the beauty of love without agenda,

Humanity caring for humanity, one on one,

Even the instant can be savored and tasted again, proving itself both worthy and wonderful.

 

For the noticed encounter is the one which I can own; forever.

And only regret a time when I was less sensitive,

Sending a million apologies to those I ignored,

For whatever reason.

 

So now; just know I miss you and I love you.

As the road peels itself off my tires,

The 18 wheeler looms ahead, spraying a shower of dirt and water,

Warning me of oncoming blindness,

And a cloud of indecision.

 

The hum of the motorcycle engine below sings its favorite tune … reassuring;

Providing me with the wonderful vibration of our partnership,

Man-made machine in harmony together. She is ready to do my will.

A glance in the mirror confirms the blur of traffic all around, slow-mo it seems.

 

The last move is the “head check”

Ensuring no-one is in my blind spot,

That person who is in my life unnoticed, with whom I might collide,

Or I nearly did, but didn’t notice at the time.

“What the world needs now” …

Burt said it well, describing the pain of separation,

Isolation from love, each other … God.

Pain well defined. Spelt without anesthetic.

 

Each moment is an opportunity to recover,

To savor how the other soul will encounter God,

Not through a predefined, quiet moment alone,

But through you … and me. Just that.

 

All them up, all those meetings, words, unspoken signs, actions.

Thousands upon thousands, each day, month … year.

Stacking up like pebbles on the beach,

Washed by sand and tide now reflect their value.

 

Each little washed pebble has its effect,

Making them cleaner, brighter, smoother;

Or covering them in dank seaweed, rotting unpleasantly from the encounter.

Waiting for the seventh wave to rid them of the smelling morass encircling them.

 

Each chance, every instant, is yet another chance to put right.

To unseparate ourselves from God,

To be close to Him.

“To be close to you” ,,,

The totality of each moment is available,

Not just a need of remembrance and recollection,

But re-experienced, not relived.

It just happened again, right now.

 

Not a movie experience, or just three dimensions,

But the colors, the temperature, the weather, humidity, smells, dispositions, moods, all perfectly reimagined.

Only the dialog is missing, which somehow seems irrelevant.

The Day of Judgment is now each day; awaiting the recall request, at whatever instant.

 

So here we are; ready to relive whatever … ever happened,

The past erased, only now is left and the rush request which got me there.

Here to savor, or ask for forgiveness, either way.

The true importance of all intentions turning into meaning.

 

For me and all others whom I know, or have known.

It is not distraction,

Getting pulled out of the everyday,

Wanting to retreat from the many demands of a life filled with tasks,

Commitments, needs of others, needs of me.

 

It’s not distraction,

To be continually disabled by inner peace,

Seeing the meaning in all,

The world in four dimensions, making me look again and again.

 

It’s not distraction,

To be thinking of what that person thinks of me,

All those years on, after the hurt I made,

Or the good I did for them.

 

It’s not distraction,

To want to do what I need for the inner good,

Sustaining my inner peace, the relationship with God,

It is what is needed.

 

As I walk towards the door which is light. Where God awaits me.

 

The old Norman Church calls out from the Belltower,

Into the black night, the graveyard listening intently to each peel coming from above,

And nearby through the open door.

The symbol of the invitation.

 

Can I be an open door,

Not discerning who can enter,

Keeping a light on, guiding others towards a place I will keep ready;

Somewhere warm, with food and hospitality, waiting patiently, with an agenda.
For whoever needs it.