How Much Of Human Life Is Lost In Waiting?

(It seems like I've waited for a long time though I've just begun.)

“How much of human life is lost in waiting.”

- Ralph Waldo Emerson


For the time wasted waiting is not measured by the time spent waiting.

- Ghostwise.

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All things come to him who waits - provided he knows what he is waiting for.

- Woodrow T. Wilson


Depends on whether he is waiting for a sunset, a rainbow or a shooting star streaking over an endless night.

- Ghostwise.

Sunset On A Long Boat.

(You can watch a sunset from a hill, from the plain or from the shore and the sensations are all different. But my favorite view of the setting sun is while adrift on a boat with nothing between me and the sinking sun. I had that opportunity again two days ago just after a timely rain cleared the air for the sun to display its full brilliance.)

Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon

Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape;

Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest

Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline

Drifting on a long boat as the sky and sea burns, you do not witness a sunset, you are part of it.

- Ghostwise

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After a day of cloud and wind and rain

Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again,

And touching all the darksome woods with light,

Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing,

Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring,

Drops down into the night.

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hanging of the Crane

On the day you witness a setting sun, the night always appear a little kinder.

- Ghostwise

Sunrise Sunset.

There is a struggle between the Oriental and the Occidental in every nation; some who would be forever contemplating the sun, and some who are hastening toward the sunset. The former class says to the latter, When you have reached the sunset, you will be no nearer to the sun. To which the latter replies, But we so prolong the day.

- Henry David Thoreau


How we treasure the last rays of the day because we know they were the last.

- Ghostwise

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Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears

- Fiddler on the Roof


Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Filled with all my years.

- Ghostwise