The Morning After

 This one seems appropriate to me right now. 

There’s got to be a morning after

if we can hold on through the night.

We have a chance to find the sunshine,

let’s keep on looking for the light. 

It’s not too late

we should be giving

only with love can we climb..

It’s not too late

not while we’re living,

let’s put our hands out in time.

Oh can’t you see the morning after.

We’re moving closer to the shore.

I know we’ll be there by tomorrow

and we’ll escape the darkness,

we won’t be searching anymore....

I chose this version of her live performance during the 1988 MD telethon because I always admired Jerry Lewis and his efforts to support the Muscular Dystrophy Foundation. I volunteered at several locations as a teenager to man phones, make and fetch coffee and anything else that needed to be done.

We need to get back to the busyness of life, of caring and sharing what is important, of lifting one another up rather than constantly tearing each other down. The world needs to reflect the inner beauty of her inhabitants, not the pale imitation that Narcissa has mesmerized so many with. 

I must believe there will be a morning after that is bright with confident hope, deep appreciation and fresh gratitude. 

Infinitesimally Minuscule

 

Can you see me there...

Do you dare to even glance?

I am the sunrise that says, 

“We are still here.”

I am that which crawls upon the ground.

Do you think about treading upon my back? 

And that which takes wing,

fading into the sky

Can you feel its flutter as it passes by? 

Must there always be a show

before you know 

we are here? 

We are but an infinitesimal pulse within the heartbeat of Existence.

Minuscule..

If the Universe should tread upon your back,

would you not feel the pain?

Nature mourns her losses

and quietly rejoices in her accomplishments

while humankind never has enough, 

never does enough,

never is enough

to be content.

I am the busy bee that works to live

Often hanging on to my sanity by a thread while the world around me is hurtling towards destruction.

She watches it all silently, faithfully turning on her light at day’s end. 

Do we appreciate the constant reliability of all that

contributes to the whole,

that creates the pulse,

the heartbeat

of life? 

I am brilliant, but you must take the time to glimpse

the magnificence that is here and gone in the blink of Eternity’s eye. 

We are eternal, not immortal. 

Infinity has no timepiece,

knows nothing of beginning or end

and stops for no man’s desperate cry for salvation

from what he has wrought upon himself.

Do you know your place on the wheel,

can you sing with the spheres,

drift on the wind

and be at peace with

being 

infinitesimally minuscule? 

Cheryl Pennington

Copyright words and images

2020

(The year that should never have been)

Just Yesterday..

This song has been in my head today which means it is asking to be heard. I grew up with The Monkees and Saturday children’s and teen shows. Age appropriate fare that included humor and often good music. (We won’t talk about Road Runner and Wile E.Coyote right now.😉) I was in love with Davy Jones from the time I was nine and it went on through my teens. I always loved this song, so here it is for you. 

"Shades Of Gray"

When the world and I were young
Just yesterday
Life was such a simple game
A child could play
It was easy then to tell right from wrong
Easy then to tell weak from strong
When a man should stand and fight
Or just go along

But today there is no day or night
Today there is no dark or light
Today there is no black or white
Only shades of gray

I remember when the answers seemed so clear
We had never lived with doubt or tasted fear
It was easy then to tell truth from lies
Selling out from compromise
Who to love and who to hate
The foolish from the wise

But today there is no day or night
Today there is no dark or light
Today there is no black or white
Only shades of gray

It was easy then to know what was fair
When to keep and when to share
How much to protect your heart
And how much to care

But today there is no day or night
Today there is no dark or light
Today there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
Only shades of gray

‘Today there is no day or night. Today there is no dark or light. Today there is no black or white...only shades of gray.’

Life is changing inevitably. It is up to we, the dreamers of this Illusion, to paint the canvas anew and awash with every color that exists. It is up to every one of us to create the world as it was imagined, filling it with the Unconditional Love of the All That Is...a love that does not barter, forsake, expect, judge, retreat, choose sides or abandon. . Let’s honor the sweetest memories of our past by creating a balanced and secure future for all those who share the path.