The Words Clouds Speak

Clouds 2 _DSC8300-1

 

Not all clouds are created equal,

And sometimes dark appear right alongside white,

Making weather forecasting difficult,

Just by looking up.

 

Yet, when light is strewed amongst them,

Lit from the side and above,

Their true colors emerge,

For just a moment.

 

Telling us more than rain conjecture,

Rather the traffic lights of what has been,

And what is to come,

In colors and shapes only God could make.

 

Perhaps I will look up today, just for a change.

We are Two

Cedar St flowers L1003137-1

 

Cedar St flowers L1003137-1

The Bride says:
On my bed at night I sought him
whom my heart loves–
I sought him but I did not find him.
I will rise then and go about the city;
in the streets and crossings I will seek
Him whom my heart loves.
I sought him but I did not find him.
The watchmen came upon me,
as they made their rounds of the city:
Have you seen him whom my heart loves?
I had hardly left them
when I found him whom my heart loves.

Song of Songs  3:1-4

Smashed

Smashed_DSC7721-1

Previously, lovingly crafted wood window panes,

And furniture, glass to see through,

Bakelite first, then plastic, now topped on a concrete base;

Also abandoned.

 

Something strange in the violence of destruction,

A weird order, showing the night before,

As all the action is frozen,

Illustrating all the detail of the immediate after,

But only fragments of the life before.

 

Let me unfreeze this chaos, and see new beauty.

The Wood for Trees

Swamp and Trees L1003090

The wood for trees and other metaphors look towards ourselves,

Often important, just as self-examination,

Reflection, consideration for how I might have done better,

And the leading lines of paths previously sewn.

 

Time to look once again, this time perhaps squinting will reveal what God really wants of me.

 

Photobomb!

 

She walked into the photograph,

Unaware of the role she would play,

A random figure in a study of rocks and sea

Visible on a bright summer afternoon,

As the sun settled into the deckchair of the day.

 

Meanwhile, she talked to someone, and remained oblivious to each other.

Before and after the event. Perhaps forever.

Waling Girl 2_SDI2833