Walking in Glimpses

In brilliant Blue Ridge springtime sun, we’re walking on our local Appalachian greenway. Along the way, my mind wanders into the memory of an ole rhymin’ Simon song. I’ll take the Liberty to. appropriate our shared poetic license, borrowing Paul’s poetic framework to launch a little spring ditty. . . .

Walking in Ole Glory nation… I glean a moment of bright inspiration. On a trail of greening glee. . . and every person’s face I see reminds me of some past person who used to be.

Homeward bound; I feel like I am homeward bound. . . like I once was lost, but now I’m found. Homeward bound, with my memories fadin’. . .homeward bound. . . where eternity’s waiting eternally for me. Today I’ll peck out these words, a hymn; I’ll write them down, inspired again. And all Life’s images spring inside of me in shades of familiarity; in every person’s face I glean shades of faces we have seen.

Homeward bound; I know that we are homeward bound! We once were lost, but now we’re found. Homeward bound, with our memories wading. . . homeward bound. . . where eternity’s waiting. . . to receive me, and her, and him. . . again. . . If you can believe it! I know, cuz I have seen it, in the ancient biblio book: a backward look that history took: it lends to mere life . . . an eternal look. Every now and then we spring ourselves into eternal leanings, especially in this time of springtime gleaning. . . the cleaning of mind. . . in Time. . . whatever that is. Smoke