So.

[greenstorm]

After a While
After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't always mean security.

And you begin to learn
That kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman
Not the grief of a child

And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is
Too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way
Of falling down in mid flight

After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers

And you learn
That you really can endure
That you are really strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
With every good bye you learn.

Veronica A. Shoffstall

Sounds trite and empty, but maybe just this morning.

Comments

[greensinger.livejournal.com]

It can be both the those things, and still timely.

If I were to arrive in a week with tired legs, an empty belly, and some strange stories, would it be timely? I have to double-check first with the lonely one in the city of Saint Francis first, though.

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

Fine with me, I'm around that week. I'm in Vancouver again, not Kelowna.