The One

What will my great tragedy be?
The one that will knock on my door
and demand all my mettle.
God knows there have been plenty of
lessers, and I could think they all add up
to cut a tragic figure. But I don’t.
I still wait for the one, the definer.
I don’t obsess over this, I’m committed to
enjoying each fresh day. But I do keep
my third ear cocked for the door.
Maybe I read the Bible too much early on,
then too much Joseph Campbell later on.
Both texts cast quite the vision. And some
scripts are quite impossible to shake.
 
 

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3 Comments

  1. Michele Morin on May 26, 2016 at 3:25 pm

    It’s challenging to find the sweet spot somewhere between failing to live mindfully and always waiting for the other boot to drop. I do wonder if it has something to do with being able to distinguish the sound of God’s boots.

  2. lindsayterry on May 26, 2016 at 5:10 pm

    Hey John,

    The painting below by my wife, artist Marilyn Terry, should take your mind off of serious things for a a few moments. My grandson and his wife brought this photo, which they made, back from Africa.

    I would like your opinion.

    Lindsay Lindsay Terry 169 Lions Gate Drive St. Augustine, FL 32080 Phone 904-461-9113 http://www.lindsayandmarilynterry.com lindsay976@earthlink.net

  3. mike graves on May 26, 2016 at 6:17 pm

    blessings on thy frosty brow john david my joe

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