Love Bubbles, A Poem
This poem written by Michael Scott Brooks was sent to Journeys in response to Stan's passing this November. Michael said that this poem (which may still be unfinished!) reminded him of Stan. This was among hundreds of wonderful thoughts and sentiments that were sent our way this winter about Stan.
By Michael Scott Brooks
It sounds crazy, I know,
but our job is to blow bubbles.
Inhale and climb inside of ecstasy,
expand them to the point of bursting,
and then let them go ...
God blew one such bubble
and it became the Sun,
another became an ant.
Who cares which came first?
The only question that
really matters is this:
What will you create with
the delicate breath
that is inside
your heart?
