| No.65 I am a riverboat The parting of waters Makes me sad from George (08/22/2008) |
Dear Rin, As a child I was so quiet. I am reminded of that now. So quiet, relatives would wonder if there was something wrong with George(?)…No one ever found out. “George, he’s a quiet one,” people would say. “Still waters run deep.” Once I had a quiet girlfriend. “Whatever do they talk about?” The quietness is still in me. I loved to read, words, many words. But the more I would read the quieter I would become. Until something happened (what was it?) and a fountain of words flowed out. Now I am hearing the quiet again. It is a lovely sound. We even have a word for it! Hussssh. Like the wind with the faintest whisper. Oh yes, I still have my voice, and can also hear the river of words, but a quiet word is running through it. The Little road Led me here To your door Love and Peace, George |