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Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1984

Truth is at the edge
Of your candle’s light

Please pass it on.

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A poem has an advantage over a journal in that it is a making, a working crucible where you keep up the fire and the intensity till you have the thing almost right. Then it comes out looking like it could be shared, published even, if you allow.

:- Doug.

For people who may come along some day, what do you think of them? What if anything do you want them to think: of your thoughts; of what you started; of this age; for thinking’s sake; for humanity’s sake?

:- Doug.

Let’s take that train higher into the mountains, higher into the clear skies above the daily fog and see what we can see: Maybe not time but we know life passes. We see it in our clients as their health passes from them. We see it in our children’s youth passing before we notice.

:- Doug.

Your poem can be time machine
Your poem a voyager of mystery

:- Doug.

Older you are growing
elder you may be favored to become
but who would want to be ancestor?
Your name forgotten
one of so many substrata beneath
generations of bedrock
How many generations back
do you know their names?
Their deeds? Their stories?
But did some contribute to you more than others?
What can you?

:- Doug.