Moonswind

by Moonswind


Tucked away in our subconscious minds is a vision in which we see ourselves on a long journey that spans an entire continent. We're traveling by train, and from the windows, we drink in the passing scenes of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at crossings, of cattle grazing in distant pastures, of smoke pouring from power plants, of rows of cotten and corn and wheat,of flatlands and valleys, of city skylines and village halls. But uppermost in our minds is our final destination....for at a certain hour and on a given day, our train will finally pull into the station with bells ringing,flags waving and bands playing. And once that day comes, so many wonderful dreams will come true. So restlessly, we pace the aisles and count the miles, peering ahead, waiting, waiting, waiting for the STATION. "Yes, when we reach the STATION, that will be it!" we promise ourselves. "When we are 18....win that promotion....put the last kid through college....pay off the morgage...have a nest egg." From that day on, we will happily ever after. Sooner or later, however, we must realize there is no STATION in this life, no one earthly place to arrive at once and for all. The journey is the joy. The STATION is an illusion...it constantly out distances us. Only today is there light enough to love and live. So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, swim more rivers, climb more mountains, kiss more babies, count more stars. Laugh more and cry less. Go barefoot more often. Eat more ice cream. Ride more merry-go-rounds. Watch more sunsets. Life must be lived as we go along!!!!!


Poetry