Long ago I read a story from another timeline about a character named candide. He also survived a harrowing series of misadventures and tragedies, then settled on a farm near constantinople. Listening to a philosophical rant, candide replied, that is all very well, but now we must tend our garden. I have now arrived at that point in my own story. There is a metaphorical garden in the acts and attitudes of a persons life, and the treasures of that garden are love and respect. I have come to realize that the gathering of love and respect - from others and for myself - has been the real quest of my life. Now we must tend our garden. In this one of many possible worlds, All for the best or some bizarre test? It is what it is and whatever, Time is still the infinite jest The arrow flies when you dream, The hours tick away, The cells tick away The watchmaker keeps to his schemes, The hours tick away, they tick away The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect, So hard to earn so easily burned The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect, So hard to earn so easily burned In the fullness of time, A garden to nurture and protect In the rise and the set of the sun, Til the stars go spinning, Spinning round the night Oh, it is what it is, and forever Each moment a memory in flight The arrow flies while you breathe, The hours tick away, The cells tick away, The watchmaker has time up his sleeve, The hours tick away, they tick away The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect, So hard to earn so easily burned In the fullness of time, A garden to nurture and protect (Its a measure of a life) The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect, The way you live, the gifts that you give In the fullness of time, Its the only return that you expect The future disappears into memory With only a moment between. Forever dwells in that moment, Hope is what remains to be seen. Forever dwells in that moment, Hope is what remains to be seen. In the fullness of time, A garden to nurture and protect (Its a measure of a life) In the fullness of time, A garden to nurture and protect (Its a measure of a life) (Its a measure of a life) (Its a measure of a life) (Its a measure of a life)
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 00:41:23 +0000
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