The Alpha & Omega

In a not-so-ancient blog, I discussed my predilection for intutive gift giving. This morning, I unexpectedly received just such a gift, and was so honored and moved by it that I would like to share it with you here, with heartfelt thanks to my friend and kindred spirit, Ian Ottaway.

As the following demonstrates, intuitive gifts don't have to be material in nature. Sometimes, words - kind words, right words - will serve.

For all these right words, Ian, Rich and I thank you.

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"Alpha & Omega (for Southern Belle)"
Written by Ian Ottaway
December 18, 2007 - Tuesday


He tore the old heart off his shirt sleeve
and she dusted the ghost off her shelves and put on some new and beautiful clothing and jewelry
they dropped it all into a plot
planted a tree over it
buried it and moved forward
with smiles on their faces
and a new born joy in their hearts
a clean start
a fresh new life
they had both earned it
they had both been down the road of ruin and burn
and so they took up a new life
and the clouds
seemed fresher and whiter than ever before
they could actually see silver lining in them!

The grass was fresh and their hearts danced like they hadn't in so long
There was a sheen to their new found stride
Their smiles finally were true
they had waited for what seemed to be a life time
and this time they would not jeopardize a single thing
cutting no corners
over turning every leaf before they held hands
there was a whole world inside them to discover
and the slower the better
together they were clean
and their hearts lifted one another's heart
like two fat cushy pillows dreaming of fine chocolates
even cupid blushed and nearly shit his valentine diapers at such luck!

True love ebbs and stretches like a cat on it's back and upside down
true love like the aroma of herbs mingled with good cooking, floating into steam and mingling throughout the house as you sat by the fireplace.....

They finally had landed two sides of the right coin.
They finally found the light at the end of the exit
It was the road they had tried to walk before
but with the wrong vagabond by their side

You could see it in their eyes
4 rays of pure light and symphonique harmony

The kind of love that not even death can get in the way of
The kind of Love that's flame is made of water
The kind of love that never thirst
clean as organique mud
and engulfs space and time

When they met

it was Alpha & Omega

and there was nothing visible behind them
family beside them
walking slowly bright

into everywhere