A feast
The joys of this moment are built on tiny
bits of sand which threaten to shift this moment into the abyss of time.
Those bits of sand are all the ancestors who carry us.
Look carefully.
There are shiny edges of smiles on the sand.
We ignore the ancestors thinking we ignore the grief.
and, thus, miss the smiles.
We neglect to feed the ancestors or to pour a libation with our tears.
The ancestors who are not fed will become a shifting foundation which will refuse to hold up the moment.
Let us prepare a feast for these our ancestors.
A feast of tears, memories, smiles and gratitude.
Jim Pickett
Written December 14, 2018
The joys of this moment are built on tiny
bits of sand which threaten to shift this moment into the abyss of time.
Those bits of sand are all the ancestors who carry us.
Look carefully.
There are shiny edges of smiles on the sand.
We ignore the ancestors thinking we ignore the grief.
and, thus, miss the smiles.
We neglect to feed the ancestors or to pour a libation with our tears.
The ancestors who are not fed will become a shifting foundation which will refuse to hold up the moment.
Let us prepare a feast for these our ancestors.
A feast of tears, memories, smiles and gratitude.
Jim Pickett
Written December 14, 2018
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