Yes Virginia! Youth, Age, Heart, Time and Home!

                         By  L. S. Heatherly

Going back, and getting down to Earth-- our life within Her Life!

Calendar time is not the fullest measure of how old we are.
This tells us our age as measured by the mostly life-less solar system's measure!

We live on Earth, within Her systems! Not within the life-less solar system.
Calendars don't tell us the measure of a particular human being's
Length of time within Earth's living human being!

A mere measure of youth and age as Earth-solar cycles!
The truest measure is human being's passage through life and love!

Our passage is within Earth-life's eco-organismic,  field of living beings--
Within a particular family, community and particular, human socio-culture.

Beyond the solar system's measure of our age--
How many trips around the Sun we have experienced--
We each have biological age, psychological, social, and spirit-ontological age.

Our bio age is how well our dying cells have been replaced with new cells.
Our psychological age is how well our mental and emotional needs have been fulfilled.
Our social age is how well our social, developmental needs have been fulfilled.
Our spiritual-ontological age is how well our heart-soul needs have been fulfilled.

People die from two primary deficiencies:
Of full, rich blood to the organs,
And of full, rich love to our eco-social, and  heart-soul relationships.

Our age-- of persons, and, of our human species,
Is a family-community, living Earth-love thing!
Ah, beyond history's serial, greedy flings!

Yes, Virginia, there is a true, human heart, age,
Time, being, place and home of which to sing!
Squandered, now,  we have little left of precious these.



Copyright 2014  L.S. Heatherly

Awe, Soul and Art

by L. S. Heatherly

One should never hesitate to express awe
At the true gems of any living writer.

The greatest ones are never in danger
Of hearing such praise too often;

As they are always ahead of, outside of,
Dwelling deeper than, their Time and Age;

They are in great and lonely need,

Of such soul-arms around the soul-shoulders,
Of their refuged and besieged humanity.

They slowing burn your offerings;
Tend your kindlings into their night of the soul;

You keep their isolated flame,
In their solitary, human camp,
From dying midst winter-storms of civilization.

Your awe at their labor of love,
Is destination for their journey of joy.

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The sound of your voice ends the sounds of silence;

Your message is a candle passed, a gleam of redemption.

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