As quickly as babies begin to cry, their abundant tears are seen to dry.
About their new lives they seem mystified, but they grow and they grow and they stretch for the sky and they look like they feel like they think they might fly!
Their parent’s hearts swell with pride, watching their children seek and hide, but knowing of struggles to come they sigh, and when the children ask “What’s wrong?”, they lie, but the children take it all in stride as if they had somehow been advised and won’t be taken by surprise when storm clouds gather around and beside.
Soon young men’s hearts stir, anticipating brides. Young women, aware, grow apprehensive inside, wondering when love might come stand by their side while praying a decision to wed will prove wise and that the knot creating one from two remains tied.
Yet young grooms become old husbands who strive but still die. Sound ships, finally wrecked by times’ terrible tide. Their new widows mourn, contemplating how they’ll survive with their hopes now in tatters, their fears realized. But with resolve innate to women, they dig deep and they find, leaning into their pain, a determination to thrive.
That first Hello.
A final Goodbye,
and in between is the span of our lives, each with happiness and joy, sadness and strife. And from where I observe with perspective wide, I take it all in with a curious eye, hoping to pry open the meaning of life as I reckon with what’s been a most interesting ride. And though I have attained much for which I have tried, I shall exit the theater unsatisfied.