Monday, July 27, 2015

Nostalgia

I scroll the pages of photos, thousands of images blur


So many moments



A color catches my eye, I stop for a glimpse



A pause on my way to the destination photo



in one image, so much




a whole story



a whole story of stories




they circle endlessly




converging into this moment of seconds




and printed pixels




That's how this life feels to me




A blur of color and sound and feeling




But there are those times




When I can stop




And really look






And one moment






becomes a thousand






And i begin to understand




as image after image floods through me






so much more beautiful than I ever realized







remembered






or imagined






And I know






I know as I look in the eyes






of the child who no longer exists as this image




but who forever exists in me as that image and




all the thousands of other images, the infinite aspects




of their Beauty stamped forever onto the heart of the soul



who loves them




I know that this life is a masterpiece,




 given to me in stained glass moments






Bold and jagged






 piece by piece






they place themselves in me






Until I shine





With their sunlit glory