The day you are born you unwittingly get on board the train, and if you are lucky you are in first class, as your parents look after your every need and things are good for a while. In fact things are so good you don't even know you are on a journey.
Then as time goes by you begin to realise that the journey only lasts a limited time and for a while this idea begins to consumer you, but as with most things this passes. As the train moves on you may find you are moved down to second or even third class seats but still the train rumbles relentlessly onward and your view changes.
Occasionally the train is stopped or derailed by loss, hardship, illness or adversity and at these times you have an deeper understanding that the journey will eventually end for you when you enter the tunnel just on the horizon. However for now the tunnel is a dot on the horizon. You are aware of it but for now the view is unobscured and the sky is blue.
The train roles on and the other passengers occupy your attention for a while until one day you look up and there is more track behind you than in front and the tunnel is far closer than we realised. We feel it is a dark, scary inevitability and it blocks out our view of the country side around us. The tunnel is like a huge beast into the belly of which we are travelling.
As we enter the tunnel we should remember we have always travelled alone our life is a journey only we have experienced and all tunnels lead somewhere. Finally the journey ends and the train grinds to a halt but in the distance is a light, tiny and faint but a light never the less.
Don't be afraid of the dark; be excited at the prospect of a new journey, at the possibility of travel, the enormity of the journey and the light at the end of the tunnel.
For me the sun will always shine, the birds will always sing for I've found something more precious than life something close to my being;
I have what others strive for and try to find here and there, I have what others would care for yet know not how to share;
It's the spice of life - a gift from God It's a commodity that's very rare It's a basket full of spring flowers It gladdens the heart and lays it bare;
It makes me sing when I walk It makes me skip and want to dance It's a feeling of gladness - a taste of joy that others can see at a glance;
What is this quality that gives me hope and reinforces my faith in humanity? The greatest joy of my life - Friends simply save my sanity
Whenever I see a chickadee, he always makes me smile. Whenever I hear the goldfinch sing, things are all worthwhile. Whenever I feel the warmth of the sun, I know it is smiling on me. Whenever I touch spring's tiny buds, I know they'll soon be free. Whenever I smell the air in spring, after gentle showers, I know that whenever the time is right I'll see God's gift of flowers.
The sound of Spring. Makes its self know, With sudden changes... Small steps go unnoticed, To the common passer-by. Awareness obscured by repetition, Like the beating of heart and its sounds... We do not perceive the beating, Then in silence and calm ... A roaring is perceived. The maddening beating of a healthy heart. The wind blows. As it does everyday. Then in a flash, Recognition! Our perception craves awareness. Spring is a great voice of Nature. In silence we may hear its sound. In the brightness of day, Sudden changes make their appearance, Which makes the change of Season, A moment of great excitement! We change from Winters cover of white. Hidden beneath sleepy flowers, Beasts, bugs and reptile... Stir from a long winters Hibernation. Ah, the bulls sing. They bellow in great voice. A song, a song of Spring. They awaken the moment, Of creation... Announcing to all. Their claim to all within range. The great voice of Spring. And its stirings. It is time then to test mettle. Strength for strength, And Rights to territory. In a roar, Spring has arrived. The days grow longer. Heat warms the blood into action, Both for Man and Beast. I stand in silence. Aware it is time. For springs arrival. A whiteness. The quiet broken. With the sound of a new calf, Born, a bird flies overhead. The land turns green. And flowers Bloom. I stand in wonder. Silence broken... With the orchestra, Of Spring... And its many wonders. Awaiting discovery, In the perception of an alert Mind... And a willing Heart. To you my mate, I send my love. And announce my true intent. With Spring comes... My beating heart. Let us share ... The arrival of Spring, In the silence, Touching one the other. In Natures kind embrace, The arrival of spring!
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