Sometimes, as the sun goes does,

We await the darkness,

Just to shut out the noise of the day,

And all the dilemmas we have left open again.

 

Then, we make a trip to a friend who can see our day,

And our night,

In a way we cannot easily discern,

So they throw a firework into the darkening sky.

 

And all becomes clear once again.

 

 

The rain of peacefulness screened out the noise,

And the lights,

And the colors,

And the talking,

And the questions.

 

And enveloped me in a shower of love,

I will never be able to explain.

 

But I know now; That which I yearned for.

 

Neither old or new,
Sunlight paints an image without texture,
Cast on stone, reflecting my builders craft,
And the grains of person,
Dissected by knives of darkness,
Further defining the light,
And its beauty.

Designed to see what’s outside,
I contemplate the action on the inside,

What a beautiful distraction.

 

 

I can see the procession, but don’t know where they are going; perhaps I will follow anyway.

 

 

Once a life is defined by line of sight, or fences, the limits become obvious; or should I change my perspective?

 

Crowded bedfellows paint the colors of their soul.

Taking off the earth disappears from sight,

Leaving me to see my personality type,

And myself for perhaps the first time.

At least with any clarity.

 

Why has it taken so long for this image to appear,

All the reasons for my actions and reactions,

Faults and failings,

Good and bad,

The gifts I have been given.

And how I use them.

 

I like the colors I see,

The variations in the mountains,

Life giving lakes,

And their shorelines.

 

Where I can rest a while and figure out where God wants me to fly.

 

 

 

 

The wonder of the trees,

And their grassy friends, carpeting the extensive lounge,

Bathe us all in a green which makes us feel natural,

Seeking sun, water, life itself.

 

Reaching out to us, providing shelter, cover, shade and a peace-filled sanctuary.