Monday, January 03, 2005
Newness is on everybody's lips.
Suddenly, in the seconds defining one today from one tomorrow, people go all out to welcome new beginnings and changes, like entertaining new friends with expensive champagne for good impressions.
Actually, I'm rather fond of the new.
The new year, new clothes, new shoes, new classes, New York, new people, new routines, new opportunities, new outlooks, new decisions, new dedication and if not anything else, the smarting newness of love.
But in all this talk of new, where do all the old souls go?
The ones who cling to familiarity; the ones who hold up the things forgotten, forsaken, or left behind; the ones who remember the intricacies of how the past defines too much; where do these lovers of history go?
I love the comfort of an old, soft bed; the sturdiness of a pair of sneakers that have walked me through so many mistakes; the closeness of a family living in the wake of brokenness; a home where the cracks in the walls have grown larger at the expense of time; the warmth of a friend who's seen all the battles my heart has waged; the love You give me that covers all.
I will spend my life chasing change, but I know only too well that when my feet grow weary and my heart grows tired, nothing new will soothe me.
Look back to see that the things dearest to a heart are the things that it knows most.
sherry @ 7:15:00 pm
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