A Distant Star

A story of hope and happiness from one of my favorite bloggers.

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Ever since I have been old enough to want more than to go fishing, play football or become a musician of note, I have had a “Star from Afar:” some inexpressibly mysterious beauty whose progress across the silver screen captured my imagination and heart.

Ingrid Bergman was the first, viewed when I was twenty- four and unaware that she was older than me by several decades. On the screen she was only twenty-seven, and still within reach of my imagination, if not my wallet or reality, but then my recognition of practical difficulties has never been a strong point.

Over the years the list of stars I admired has grown to infinite length, each woman loved without any sense of my being unfaithful to the last or the physical lady of the hour, if one applied for that vacancy. My most obscure addition to the list was Samantha Wheatley, somewhere…

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Good Humans Being

there is a dream
that I hold dear
of times when men
have grown past fear

when lies and hate
have blown away
when hope and love
guide each new day

yes
this may be fantasy
something that can never be
but I need this dream
to feed my soul
to guide me places
I need go

I dream of one day seeing
a world filled with
good humans being

tio stib
2017

You might also enjoy: “Desert of Dreams,” “First Snow

The Magic of Breath

unseen
untouched
and barely felt
how can it be
so precious

and yet
each day
it slips
unnoticed
past the lips
through the noses
of millions

there is magic in a single breath
the start of life
the call of death

tio stib
2017

You might also enjoy: “Intimacy,” “The Question