Mamba

I sat in the piano room in the dark with a single reading lamp turned on and I thought about the silence of this day and how mostly I noticed it, recognized it, felt it — but I did not let myself hear it, until I sit mostly in the dark and drink in the quiet and reflect upon the fragile nature of my finite existence — y’know Kobe was just at the game with his daughter a week ago — and tomorrow when I rush off to another week of work it will be easy to forget just that unless I pause and consider the birds that I left the feed for even though they had no idea I was going to do just that — whatever happens this next week, tomorrow only perhaps, is essentially unknowable until it occurs — and yet we are told not to fear, not to fear, not to fear — the only way to live this unknowable and fragile life without paralysis is to live thankfully for each moment, each loved one, each friend, love abundantly for all, and trust the promise of God to make all things new.