Let’s leave behind a few clay pots and a worn out pair of sandals.
As for dreams and thoughts, let’s keep them guessing. They will be anyway:
Religion, music, poetry, science — cathedrals, symphonies, books —
Fragments that represent, but never quite make, the whole.
Our little daughter said it best with the very first word she spoke:
Light. She was nine months old. And when she was seven,
She sketched my face with a piece of charcoal from our stove.
It looked more like me than I do. Let’s leave that too.
A shame that it was lost — or was it?
Is anything ever, really?
Are you?
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Categories: Sweet Sleep and Bare Feet
Tags: Art, Books, Cathedrals, Charcoal, Clay Pots, Dreams, Faces, Family History, Fragments, Light, Little Children, Lost and Found, Memory, Music, Poetry, Religion, Sandals, Science, Symphonies, Thoughts, Words
William Michaelian 
Each day should lead us to discover something new (about ourselves too). Wonderfully written. 🙂
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Thank you, Terveen, again and always.
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