LANTERNS OF THE SOUL has successfully attended the 2013 Book Expo America Digital Listing in New York; the 2013 London Book Fair Digital Listing; and the 2013 Beijing Book Fair Digital Listing. It will attend the 2013 Frankfurt, Germany Book Fair Digital Listing this fall.
He had fallen in love for a second time,
Never plotting or planning that her he would find.
Nor had he wished it would ever occur:
In love as he was with the wife he adored.
Without any warning, she was suddenly there
And surprisingly so, he found that he cared.
Revealing the truth to his wife, who was shocked,
She asked him to leave and bolted the lock.
Soon after, he learned that his lover was ill
And determined to stay and love her until…..
He asked of his wife could he go for awhile
To be with his other through difficult trials.
And when it was over, he’d want to return
To be with his wife where his passion still burned.
She gave him his leave and bid him goodbye-
Angry and heartsick, for days she would cry.
His lover lived on a few months and was gone,
He aimlessly wandered, just getting along.
Till finally he made his way back to her door
And begged to come home like it all was before.
But the time apart had forced her to be
Independent and strong, successfully free.
She said it was over; it would no longer work.
She had dealt with the tears and conquered the hurt.
Her life had gone on although he had left,
His turn had come to deal with the rest.
The grief was now his, the aloneness in life,
For thus he had neither: not lover nor wife.
What if she’d married someone else?
She ponders to herself.
What if he had wed another?
They’d each be someone else.
If given time, and time enough,
They both begin to mold
Each one unto the other
As their lives together grow.
One day they wake and find themselves
Unlike the way they were
So very many years ago-
Because of him? Because of her?
What lives were never found? she asks,
Because they both had met.
But what about the life they’ve made-
One she’d choose to not forget.
Churning water under bridges,
Many unpaved, bumpy roads.
Too much time thus spent together
To ever think of letting go.
We each can claim our lost and founds
And think of those we never met-
But years become a history
And I have surely no regrets.
Disbelief, heartache, grief, and despair,
Much pain to endure, such crosses to bear.
Anxiety, confusion, animosity, feuds,
Mortality for certain, a brief interlude.
Where lies the beauty that makes it worthwhile?
In the midst of life’s chaos, a little child smiles.
“And From This Web, The Dew”
This woeful web of dailiness
That comes to plague us all
Must exist to catch the dew
That sometimes sweetly falls.
There’s never any way to know
If, amid our grueling day,
There’ll come a moment so exquisite,
We pause to see it pass our way.
And should we be unwilling
Each day to persevere,
Our blinded eyes would fail to see
The dew that may have settled near.
So often, it is silent,
Unnoticed by the rest;
Below an office window,
A robin builds her nest.
How great the chance to be above-
Where oft’ we are below-
To view the birth of baby birds
And then to watch them grow.
Or maybe on a wintry day,
A cold and snowy morn,
You marvel how the world is dressed
In virgin white throughout the storm.
And just as gently as the dew
Drifts in to settle round,
Perhaps a friend should chance to say
A word to turn your frown.
Or maybe on a busy day
Amid a set routine-
There, suddenly, the hand of God
You know you felt, unseen.
And with great appreciation
You marvel how He cared.
The warmth you felt in knowing that
In all the world, He saw “you” there.
And so come hence, you woeful web;
Do spin yourself anew.
Come hither unto me each day
And I will catch your dew!