Sometimes it appears that everything goes on in one relentless routine. Nothing changes. Then there are those times when something wonderful happens or something dreadful.
You cannot plan too far ahead. The unexpected happens; the best laid plans are laid to waste by chance. The worst thing is to have regrets about the things not spoken, chances not taken or life not lived. We have to make the most of every second and appreciate the good times.
The losses leave holes in our lives and emotions. Those holes last forever but must never be allowed to consume you. They should not obscure the love and beauty that will help fill those holes and make them bearable.
Chance and Time is a haunting album about the wonderful seconds we experience in this universe and the chance that plays so rough with our dreams, hopes and loves.
In this life we keep going forward. James puts his poem forward towards an expression of love for the life we live. It really is one thing after another but they are filled with awe and wonder. After each set-back it is our duty to rebuild and live again.
Sadness passes. Life has to be lived to the full.
One Thing After Another
It’s just one thing after another
You try to plan and look ahead
But rails can become detached
And houses can come tumbling down
Some time ago my father died
And still the talks of “I just wish”
Then I fell ill, as friends were lost
Fields were ploughed and lovers kissed
So hold on where you can
This game of chance
Plays cold and rough
But sometimes
Sun and moon combine
And the sea is calm
And blue and green
It’s just one thing after another
And some of those things make holes
And some of those holes are large
And one day you may wake up hollowed out
Still what to do but carry on
As gulls rebuild nests after storms
And twig by twig and leaf by leaf
To fill those holes with love and hope
Pear blossom falling in the cool of the morning
The sound of a train on a nearby cliff
Frogs splashing crazy in the pool neath the willow
There’s no stopping now
The fuse was lit
It’s just one thing after another
Bale on bale until the light is dimmed
And then with the moon as your guide
You slip into the dreams of all that’s gone
© James Varda 2014