brings another chance
to complete something unfinished,
until by day’s end
you need another tomorrow.
© Susan Schoeffield 2011
Tomorrow
brings another chance to complete something unfinished, until by day’s end you need another tomorrow. © Susan Schoeffield 2011
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Hallways
provide the freedom to choose which direction offers the best way to escape from myself. © Susan Schoeffield 2011 Eyes filled with laughter,
sometimes with tears, rebuke me when needed, allay hidden fears. Eyes filled with healing conceal secret pains, reflect what they’re seeing with love that sustains. © Susan Schoeffield 2011 Rest this spirit and rest this brain,
both weary from the world’s refrain of much to do before I start to meet the needs within my heart. © Susan Schoeffield 2011 On any given day,
the horizon waits patiently for eyes tainted by reality to focus on the potential of what remains obscured. © Susan Schoeffield 2011 Firmly attached
in the heat of summer, a solitary leaf releases its hold on the branch that sustained it. It glides down, its journey at an end, as it joins other weary travelers. This gift of nature’s creation makes room for its successor, to follow when the cycle of life is renewed. © Susan Schoeffield 2011 I’ve no great desire to be normal.
The thesaurus likens the word to common, ordinary, and average. Although it’s also considered to be sound, reasonable and sane, the concept of normal doesn’t really appeal to me. I’m much more drawn to the antonyms: eccentric, unconventional and odd. If I have to be something, let me choose from that list and resist normality’s banality. © Susan Schoeffield 2011 In the early days of springtime,
life is normally renewed, but our journey hit a roadblock and our bonds became unglued. Our losses through the summer left an unrelenting pain, and our need to offer comfort helped to minimize the strain. Like the colors found in autumn, what we lost became alive. So instead of love decaying, it found new ways to survive. And unlike the final season, with its barren, winter chill, we found sparks in us rekindled by a love that’s burning still. © Susan Schoeffield 2011 |