what matters...
For The Rogue Players' challenge tonight - "free verse"...
So - I didn't really follow the rules - big shock, eh? The idea was to write the verse down on an object and then to include that object in the picture, along with a credit for the poem.. Well - I could never find a poem that I liked until way after dark, and so, this is going to have to do.. It's a portion of a poem that Vanessa included on her page, in tribute to a great man in her world that had passed on - and I've spent lots of time thinking about it's message... The "dash" refers to the part of our lives between our birth date, and our death date on our tombstones... the "dash"... all the things we do during the days of our lives...
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not how much we own;
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
From The Dash by Linda Ellis
Please - click this link, and read her moving account of a man who spent his dash the way they should be spent, and her moving tribute to him...
And - see it on black...
what matters...
For The Rogue Players' challenge tonight - "free verse"...
So - I didn't really follow the rules - big shock, eh? The idea was to write the verse down on an object and then to include that object in the picture, along with a credit for the poem.. Well - I could never find a poem that I liked until way after dark, and so, this is going to have to do.. It's a portion of a poem that Vanessa included on her page, in tribute to a great man in her world that had passed on - and I've spent lots of time thinking about it's message... The "dash" refers to the part of our lives between our birth date, and our death date on our tombstones... the "dash"... all the things we do during the days of our lives...
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not how much we own;
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
From The Dash by Linda Ellis
Please - click this link, and read her moving account of a man who spent his dash the way they should be spent, and her moving tribute to him...
And - see it on black...