Monthly Archives: February 2013

One Story

One Story

The stories we tell

Like sabres

Rattle against the past

Defying the pain

Of misplaced childhood

And stories we must tell

Like swords

Cut through to new futures

Sliding us along

The sharp edge of caution

Refrain:

A quiet time is coming now

To reflect on water

And even heal in it

Stories softly ripple outward

In concentric circles

The stories we tell

Like pages

Can be read and turned and passed by

As all stories end

And blend into one

And stories we must tell

Like pages

Litter the wake, drawn behind us

But we sail on

With wind on our hearts

Refrain:

A quiet time is coming now

To reflect on water

And even heal in it

Stories softly ripple outward

In concentric circles

Jeff Jenkins

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