my ears open only for the distant sounds of
strings that move within the confines of
a jar
a jar that we adore
with all its stories, songs, and art
that unknowingly cleansed every affected bone that hid
deep into flashes of comparison
to some, it seemed dull, unconventional
no matter, it was sure and rooted on the Source
of all beauty and goodness - the wonder that lands on the eyes;
the reward for the heart that stood its ground
not many understand it
the apparent decision of most people
may deny you the opportunity to stay still;
to fill up on what is true and noble and pure
but I beg of you
stay
remain
abide
fear has taught many lessons
but courage could teach more
even when it meant going against the grain
sailing a river never crossed
on a warm Tuesday when I went to quench my longing
for a bit of reflection, there you were
the hand that held my arm
a bright memory
a familiar memory
I shake my head and I walk away
I don't dare to listen to the voice that led me astray
you left such a taste that gives me chills
twenty-six blinks it took me
to refocus and recall that
I must begin again at nineteen