My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
Unexpected. Like so many things you come to count on… like that your parents will always be around. That your home will always be your home. Until one day your parents disappear, the house gets sold and somebody else’s story takes hold where once it was your life.
It is one of the sad things when you “come of age”… it is learning that things simply vanish. Everything we have or think we own is simply on loan until it too vanishes or changes hands.
I am looking for a new optimism… and a new faith in life. When one is young, all is possible. As it should be. When I see young couples or kids or speak with 20 somethings, i envy them their youthful minds. Not bodies or lack of lines. But that they don’t see an end of days, but only reasons to get up out of bed and keep looking for tomorrow.
I’ve had so many good times here. Some very hurtful times too. It was, as has been said, the best of times and the worst of times.
But what lasts then? The memories are varied. But the feelings are quite specific… a rush of fond memories and sad, soft feelings.
What is real, asked the rabbit?
buhdy, you are a grand skin horse. wise and vigilant.
if a donation will help to keep this place up and running, here, i’d gladly do that.
but perhaps you’re ready for some other incarnation.
best wishes, dear old mentor. and if you discover how to reclaim faith (maybe it’s what i’ve always considered optimism), please let me know.