AM I GRATEFUL?

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Republished from  27 November 2013

Am I grateful?

 

For the near miss on the fifteenth of this month when my head converted a car window to crumbs, emerging with a cut 1/16th  of an inch from the outer carotid?

Or the cut near my right eye; the one which restored 20/20 vision to an orb that was nearly blind,  earlier this year?

Or the strangers who gathered around the cab of my truck after the accident and kept me posted on injuries and blood loss till the trauma team arrived?

Or the trauma team?

 

Yes.

 

And why am I grateful for these things?

Perhaps for a  chance to get to know and love the new members of my rapidly growing family?

Or for the opportunities to serve those who are not feeling grateful right now?

Or for another few walks on those canals where I ran thousands of miles in younger years, remembering……..?

 

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

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ELEPHANTS RARELY GO HIPPETY HOP

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Elephants rarely go hippety hop;

Most certainly, rarely do I.

But what is that peeking from yonder cloud?

What is that up in the sky?

 

And over there, some tiger teeth

There must be fifty or more

And wrapped around them a great big grin

Like a Cheshire. Size XL or more

 

And who is that creature approaching me now?

A  hippo? I think not.

Or an elephant? no,

Of that I am sure

It’s hippety,  hipping and  hop.

 

So that is the end, for now at least

Of this dream in a foreign land

Bring me a drum and a big bassoon

I shall leave with a marching band.

(Won’t you join me? Take my hand.)

EVERYTHING IN LIFE IS ADDICTIVE

Everything in life is addictive; really, everything.

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The first thought inspires a second look.

The second look, an affirmation.

The third reveals an addictive part of our nature, curiosity.

Curiosity is a wonderful quality.

We Love, we fight, we investigate, we believe everything we hear or nothing.

And we fear.

Our very first thoughts as we entered this world are inspired by fear.

Fear is the driving force behind our addictive nature.

Our very first thoughts inspired by fear were to search for  safety.

Some of us find it; some don’t.

It is called Love and is discovered in a three-step process; these three steps are…

Addiction.

Awareness.

Acceptance.

The discovery and the implementation of these three qualities often inspires a new need.

We accept The Love and we pass it on.

OUR FORMERLY WITTY SELVES

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“You’re a wimp” said he

With Fire on his breath

His words were crisp

Like the crackle of death

And my friend whose message

Of Ooh La La

Became instead one of Oom Pa Pa

Said “yes”,

To the voice of his Alter.

Not once did he dare to falter.

Identified then as an arrogant prick

He wasn’t really (Perhaps he is sick)

Of what (Who knows) could it be that he

Forgot who he was and thought he was me

(As usual in search of another Rhyme

I seem to have run out of time.)

By Lee Broom

Posted May 10, 2013 by Lee Broom in Love, poetry

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