Look Alive

31 December 2011

To the Marrow

"Tomorrow in the offices the year on the stamps will be altered;
Tomorrow new diaries consulted, new calendars stand;
With such small adjustments life will again move forward
Implicating us all; and the voice of the living be heard:
"It is to us that you should turn your straying attention;
Us who need you, and are affected by your fortune;
Us you should love and to whom you should give your word."

~ Philip Larkin (1922–1986), British poet. "New Year Poem."

The pulses travel deepest and join the Will in becoming inconspicuous under the air's chill. If honoring the flow, many new memories are prepared but not yet expressed in l'iver hibernations. Still, the marrow has much to tell. Those warm whispers we've allowed to fly past our ears with breezes of its kind found their anchor long ago. It is when the message queue gets full that we shiver to our bones: remembering springs, summers, the fall, bright ideas, late nights, early mornings and appreciating in their absence the respect that both the abyss and angels above have no choice but to offer the persistent flame in heart. God Bless ... and it is so.

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