Yearning for a renewal of simpler times |
Wouldn't it be delightful to go for a sleigh-ride all bundled up in down holding your beloved's hand while the driver let the horses run freely, galloping away with you? On the night of a full moon how the swirling crystals, so splendid and unique would flow upon and around you - alighted by that moon and ignighted with the love from your joyful, open hearts. Wouldn't it be wonderful?... To slow to a pace when the pennies in your pocket are still worth something as you fly by, showering them upon your friends and your strangers, like a living well of wishes... How splendid it would be! You'd have a pot and cups filled with steaming cider when you got to the place where the poorer ones huddled You'd give them the warmth to fill their bellies, and prayers that you'd know would soon be answered The horses eventually would carry you home and you'd love and you'd melt as children would laugh, popping corn by the fire and you'd share sweet kisses when no one saw but the children, who would impishly grin. No, we cannot go back to a point in time when most of our parents were not yet even born. But we can learn from when, and yearn for then to be made again as now. ... When trees grew in forests like blades of grass before grasses made up a lawn - and forgiveness was easier when you never could know that from disease, your beloved could tomorrow be gone. Let us take from the past, causing no harm and stop taking from the present so insatiably. Let our monies be just as pennies for the poor and let us all BE equally. |