When you and I stayed up late;
I remember it well,
The minutes slipping by in the dark
As if to say, "See,
There are more important matters to attend.
The work will always be here,
Trouble always comes around.
But THIS, this prodigy, this WOMAN;
This MEANS something,
I will not have you let it go unmarked.
You have been given a GIFT, a Heaven-sent blessing,
And to pay attention to us,
Mere minutes of time, simple soldiers of the day,
When your eyes should be fixed on Eternity's bringer,
Shimmering with possibility unbounded and beckoning you onward
To those fragrant fields of Promise and Hope;
To bow to the trivial
And not heed the miraculous gift of Spirit you have been offered
Is to insult the giver of the gift.
Don't. Do not. We weary of teaching you.
You know how to walk, you've done it before;
So release us from your stunted somnambulistic shuffle;
We would rather you follow this Dancer of Delight,
This Vision of Veracity and this Teller of Truth
As she marks the rhythms of your heart
With her simple sly soft secrets,
Than to be 'honored'
With yet another day's plod to the endless ocean
And pretense of obeisance to mindless detail.
See! She waits for you, but her patience is patched and careworn;
Bring her the gowns and garments and graces,
That her glamour may shine all the more
With the timelessness you need and the worship you must bring to her."
And so we kept our conversation going, and going, and going…
I was not ready to close out this thread, my smile all the stronger for what we had said.
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 11:01 AM UTC
When you and I stayed up late;
I remember it well,
The minutes slipping by in the dark
As if to say, "See,
There are more important matters to attend.
The work will always be here,
Trouble always comes around.
But THIS, this prodigy, this WOMAN;
This MEANS something,
I will not have you let it go unmarked.
You have been given a GIFT, a Heaven-sent blessing,
And to pay attention to us,
Mere minutes of time, simple soldiers of the day,
When your eyes should be fixed on Eternity's bringer,
Shimmering with possibility unbounded and beckoning you onward
To those fragrant fields of Promise and Hope;
To bow to the trivial
And not heed the miraculous gift of Spirit you have been offered
Is to insult the giver of the gift.
Don't. Do not. We weary of teaching you.
You know how to walk, you've done it before;
So release us from your stunted somnambulistic shuffle;
We would rather you follow this Dancer of Delight,
This Vision of Veracity and this Teller of Truth
As she marks the rhythms of your heart
With her simple sly soft secrets,
Than to be 'honored'
With yet another day's plod to the endless ocean
And pretense of obeisance to mindless detail.
See! She waits for you, but her patience is patched and careworn;
Bring her the gowns and garments and graces,
That her glamour may shine all the more
With the timelessness you need and the worship you must bring to her."
And so we kept our conversation going, and going, and going…
I was not ready to close out this thread, my smile all the stronger for what we had said.
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