“Fell On Blank Days”
It’s not with sorrow that we greet the days
When nothing seems to happen.
It’s more with a wish that we could know
That which will make us long for these crushing calms.
The days meted out in doctors’ waiting rooms while
TV chatters on: These are the true measures of love.
The most ardent lover is more done-in by
Boredom than by passionate strife and faithless contempt.
Limitless frustration as we stare into the abyss,
Fearing nothing can or should be done.
The infinite value of the faithful watcher:
He who could watch for one full hour would overjoy the Lord.
Words and Image ©2014 Bill LaBrie