i used to run through fields laughing, blowing bubbles floating up, up, away off to Who-knows-where … now I watch the bubbles burst, burst, burst – dreams, illusions, hopes, bursting into air … time and death bursting all our bubbles for we are puffs of air but for a time … till some child runs again through fields of green, blowing bubbles that float … up and up … swelling, rising, not yet bursting each bubble its own never to be repeated self precious beyond belief … while we in our old age move toward the end of time evaporating into eternity Whence we came.
AuthorFrederick Buechner puts into words the feeling at the 55th high school reunion last weekend.
As time goes by, you start picking [your contemporaries] out in crowds. There aren’t as many of them around as there used to be. More likely than not, you don’t say anything, and neither do they, but something seems to pass between you anyhow. They have come from the same beginning. They have seen the same sights along the way. They are bound for the same end and will get there about the same time you do. There are some who by the looks of them you wouldn’t invite home for dinner on a bet, but they are your companons de voyage even so. You wish them well.
It is sad to think that it has taken you so many years to reach so obvious a conclusion.
the teachers now are all younger
they have read more than i ever
will their devices seem part of
their hands but words and books they love
still as well as screens and apple
will my swiss cheese mind prove ample
-Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, September 19, 2013
Swiss Chees Brain
Steve is bringing his Swiss cheese mind to Tuesday Dialogues at Shepherd of the Hill Presbyterian Church in Chaska, MN on Tuesday, October 1.