I Love Morning

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

 (Photo by Sid Riley)

I love morning.

The quiet is deafening.

How odd is that?

No one stirs,

No noise to distract.

Only the occasional auto

passing by my window

Sleep abandoned me today,

so I rushed to my quiet place.

This space, this time, this opportunity

is rare and beautiful.

It is the best part of my day.

And now, what will I make of it?

What ideas, what hints of good hope

lie in the shadows of this morning?

Can I write some life-altering thought

that will make a difference?

Can I help some one person

begin a new journey today?

That is my one objective.

That is my calling …

To offer hope,

encouragement ..

inspiration ..

one word at a time.

May you find your

quiet space and place.

There is gold lurking in these shadows.

What Is Possible

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

The famous quote says …

Nothing is impossible,

The word itself says

“I’m possible”

What is possible?

Can I be a ballet dancer at 67?

Can I win a marathon at 42?

Can I write a best-seller

that moves the world?

What is possible?

I love thinking about the possible,

The what once was,

The what could be’s,

The what if’s,

The what might be’s.

Are they still possible too?

Are my dreams still possible?

I’m old now, my body aches,

My feet hurt, so I can’t run

as I once did.

Can I still win races?

I once lifted 122 pounds,

Now 22 pounds is a stretch.

Once I won in baseball,

Now the ball drops from my glove

and my swing is lopsided.

Where did my possibilities go?

What once was possible

is now a memory.

What once came easy

now seems so hard.

Are my possibilities gone?

Ah, one remains, however.

The possibility of love

that is constant,

A hand to hold in good and bad,

A listening ear, a gentle word,

Laughter,

A shared sunset

What is possible after all …

Relationships that still relate

Friends that are still friends,

Family that draws near,

And my faith that says

All things are possible

with love!

Friendship

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

 It has been said …

“My friends are my estate.”

Then I am rich.

It’s a Wonderful Life reminds us …

“No man is a failure who has friends.”

Then I am a success.

If I have friends

Then I experience

one of life’s highest delights.

Are we still friends

Though we haven’t spoken

In a very long time?

I consider us so. 

Once friends … we remain.

Our memory of friendship

Is what binds us together.

Though I no longer call …

I still hold your place

In my heart

No one can ever replace you,

My friend.

A difficult thing …

To be a good friend

A loyal friend

A steady friend

A friend in season and out

Time and distance separate us

Busyness interrupts us,

Urgency diverts us,

But the tendrils of friendship

Still connect us

In magical mystical ways.

Let’s always be friends,

No matter the minutes

Or lack thereof

When we pause to connect.