NAPKIN WORDS #2 2010

1. THE MIRACULOUS ANSWER
Should there ever come the time when an
angel taps your shoulder, your only reply
should be halo!

2. MIRROR TIME
Night is glorious only if you are too.

All it takes is contemplation, contentment,
a kindness within!

3. THREE WORDS OF A STOICKIND
Give not get!

4. LIFE LIFTING
The human spirit is a great adventure.

It soars no matter the weight of its past,
prayers, dreams, its many failures. It soars
because with one victory it learned to fly!

5. WHO WE ARE
We are singers of our soul, a wondrous
sound making us real. Telling of our saga
in melodious voices of who we were.

Singers wise to the mystery of possessing
a humming instrument of musical birth. Strings
we named so joyously: The human heart!

6. TOMORROW
Night guides, day pushes.

Either way, they get you there!

7. THROUGH A LOOKING GLASS
We are all Cheshire cats if we can leave a
smile upon our tree of life!

8. REBIRTH
Always, when there is an epiphany, there
is drama.

For the change is so dramatic, a new you
is born!

9. JUSTICE
We each imagine love as a kindness.

Having loved, I must tell you that it is a
trial that goes on and on.

You are never found guilty, and if you are
lucky, you are never set free!

10. WHAT IT IS LIKE
Freedom is like a great big golden retriever.

You must unleash it if you wish to see its joy,
watch its accomplishments!

GROWING OF DAYS

What of rains, showers, falling silently so flowers
rush to arise, holding life buds upwards towards heaven’s
flawless sky?

Ask many questions while befriending life. Be unafraid
to offer noise amid winters quiet shadows, for it shall pass.
Spring will arouse warriors to battle blazes of sun, burning
away fear.

Growing elaborate carpets of green while snaring magic of
a wandering life. Butterflies in flight, dragonflies hovering,
darting, while sunshine rushes to abandon yet another passing
day to whispering dusk.

Winters icy harsh breath is near and mischievous to so many
species surviving ever changing ways of nature. For in the
deep darkness of night, we feel the breath of ice bowing limbs
barren of leaves, yet we understand that with that rush, there is
also an awakening of other seasons now resting gently, hidden
yet there.

Soon, spring will start its soaring, a bursting tomorrow of rays
touching the invisible with its magical wand of life, touching,
assuring...moments when life is loved as a season of change.

We, to our surprise, our joy, hold steady in persistence of honor
for those who remained ever unchanged by that miracle, a soft
ticking of time.



by Edward Hunter