Post by Rob on Feb 5, 2015 17:25:51 GMT
Transcendence
At 2 years old words were entering her life so fast,
she refused to get out of their way,
they came, she spoke, and confirmed her place on earth,
especially when she was excited,
which was about a thousand times a day.
Little Julia would see a bulb flicker on the Christmas tree,
and would wonder and shout out, Holy Moley !!
She would say it the way it was meant to be said.
slowly and LOUDLY….. HOLY MO LEY,
and the place would rumble with laughter,
it knew no bounds, as she moved
onto to another electric moment in her excitement to live.
Holy Moley added fire,
in her little world of discovery.
They were natural words, without pretense,
or expectation, or even desire
When spoken, she was in synch with herself,
Morly, whatever it is, is Holy, and Holy is forever Moley.
There is a time when we are whole,
there is also a time of losing what we began with,
our expressions outdistance our living,
our lives conceal as we try to reveal.
We glimpse in the little ones, what we have lost,
where nothing is out of place,
even when everything is,
For we who don’t, she helps us to laugh,
She peeks from the corner and shouts with a smile.
HOLY MOLEY, and then jumps in our lap.
The silence says we have been blessed.
At 2 years old words were entering her life so fast,
she refused to get out of their way,
they came, she spoke, and confirmed her place on earth,
especially when she was excited,
which was about a thousand times a day.
Little Julia would see a bulb flicker on the Christmas tree,
and would wonder and shout out, Holy Moley !!
She would say it the way it was meant to be said.
slowly and LOUDLY….. HOLY MO LEY,
and the place would rumble with laughter,
it knew no bounds, as she moved
onto to another electric moment in her excitement to live.
Holy Moley added fire,
in her little world of discovery.
They were natural words, without pretense,
or expectation, or even desire
When spoken, she was in synch with herself,
Morly, whatever it is, is Holy, and Holy is forever Moley.
There is a time when we are whole,
there is also a time of losing what we began with,
our expressions outdistance our living,
our lives conceal as we try to reveal.
We glimpse in the little ones, what we have lost,
where nothing is out of place,
even when everything is,
For we who don’t, she helps us to laugh,
She peeks from the corner and shouts with a smile.
HOLY MOLEY, and then jumps in our lap.
The silence says we have been blessed.