Tuesday, June 30, 2020

The Pull of the Moon

Half moon hangs heavy in late June sky
while evening birds and tree frogs 
serenade the sultry night.
Memories tumble forth 
of walks along main street
and the village backroads,
a stop to rest on the playground swing.
Was that eons ago, or just yesterday?
I still remember those summer eves
when the stars stretched before us
and time ceased to exist.

© Ginny  Brannan

Image: Mitchell Spector 2012

Sunday, June 28, 2020

Stepping Stones

All those many years ago
when days were long and time moved slow
and moments seemed to stretch forever,
families gathered frequently 
for holidays and barbecues
the seasons passed so languidly
seems such an eternity ago

Then school inhabited our days 
friendships forged, some left behind…
Our want of change came from within
ever searching for some sign.
The time ticks forward on the clock.
we learn how harsh that fate can be,
but forge ahead,  as forge we must
and while we’re learning who we are
we’re also learning whom to trust.
Another step, another loss 
but there are gains along the way…
the confidence I’d never had
a gift from one who understands;
so the fool has found her voice
as hourglass metes out its sand.

We watch the seasons as they pass
the joys and sorrows fall like rain
with age comes the capacity
to separate the lies from fact
to learn from all our loss and pain,
while dealing with reality.
And through it all our children grow
the second hand moves faster now—
as sworn protectors of their fate
we’ve little time to contemplate.
The days all seem to merge as one,
we hope somehow we’ve done our jobs
to send them out into the world
but yet our work seems barely done.

And as we let these young folk go
this brand new generation born
—maturing ever fast it seems,
we pray they’ll come to recognize
as we were once so they are now:
filled with hope and bent on change
they wait to realize their dreams.
We hang our faith upon these young
may they do better than we’ve done
and may they keep their souls intact
upon the road they’ve just begun.

© Ginny Brannan 2020

Friday, June 26, 2020

No Going Back

Every day holds the potential
to do better than the last
—what’s passed is past.
We do not control all events,
only how we react to them.
Open minds know that greater knowledge
brings better understanding.
Once we understand the effect of painful imagery on others
are we so selfish that we are unwilling correct it?
If we live our lives in a shell and come to believe that 
our world IS the shell, then learn that there 
is a broad expanse of world beyond that shell
how do we pretend that it just doesn’t exist?

Just like we know that the earth is not flat,
  …it’s as simple as that.

Keep an open heart and mind.
Be kind.

© Ginny Brannan 2020

If we are not growing, we are dying. And if we lose our empathy to put ourselves in another's place, then we are nothing. There is no putting the toothpaste back into the tube. To do so would only confirm our ignorance.