September 1, 2015 by PrairieChat One Perfect Moment – Clarence Holm The sky was light And the moon was full, The great horned owl had just begun to soar. I’m waited on the schoolyard swings for childhood friends who promised they’d sneak out to play. Rusted chains, weathered seats Gravel ruts beneath my feet. Standing tall I pump and pumped, When the earth let go a friend. Up-up I flew Where the starlight held me still. A perfect moment of my life Stored for my eternal dreams. And then the moment over I drifted for a while. Swinging with measured strokes Till darkness came to stay. No children came to share the night And I walked slowly home. But I will always remember when The night time was my throne. Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
Did you really sneak out at night?
All the time
That’s very scary! Did you ever get caught?
Small town living, I was as safe as if I was in bed.
That’s good you think that…small towns are full of creepy people disguised as good guys! I grew up in one too but only discovered this as an adult.
I had my share of being disciplined with a switch, being abused by nuns in school and having people tell me I wasn’t good enough, but in the end most did it out of love. Love and goodness is all around, one just needs to adjust the filters of souls seeking a way home. Even the priest who touched my friends was driven by a kind of love– Misguided as it was. Understanding that no one person is perfect – I like to think that, like a swing, three quarters of the time people are falling and only a small part of the time they are flying.
I tend to dwell on the flight!