and when they do

You will still love them

i said i’d write once a week

it would be a good change for me

blocking off an hour on fridays for

the chance to process thoughts more thoroughly

and gain clarity, insight, wisdom

but distractions abound and routines are born fragile

just as we are, in this time and place

where value is by efficiency and productivity

so one is tempted to slice away the slow and pensive

to trade my pen for the sword

until the night came

and i couldn’t tell left from right

or if i was falling up or down

i could only peer into that night

and it brought forth

the lights, they glistened

i listened, they spoke

speak softly and carry a big stick

until you run into too many seagulls

don’t count your omelets before the springtime

so you can hear a New Song

they spoke, i listened

they glistened, the friends

i love them

please don’t let them leave me

and when they do

let me know that You love me

and when they do

i know that You love me

i know that You love them