YELLOW FLOWER LOOKING UP

The need for armor can be weighed against our vulnerability and desire to be open to others.

 

 

LATE SUMMER

 

 

I will remove the weeds in my garden, and my life.

Sealed in the place of knowledge,

Sunlight keeps me staring at the wall,

And not what lies beyond the window.

 

A box full of learning to explore,

And expand a mind.

New friends to know and play with,

Fights in the playground,

And, perhaps my lifelong partner.

 

Time to find the door.

 

 

Make me feel good,

Wearing this hat,

Looking at me,

Noticing me,

For inside I am screaming.

 

Love Me!

 

 

Not just a middle,

Or the fulcrum of its surroundings,

Or a visual ending.

 

The center is our core,

Which is indescribable.

 

As is our soul.

 

A heart smiles broadly,

And fills itself with life giving blood.

 

The bliss of human love is superseded by the shared love of God.

And glimpsed for many, coupled peace-filled instants.

 

PAUSE FOR 15 SECONDS

 

Only to be interrupted by a self, asking for more.

Unsatisfied with perfect love, even when felt,

It goads the mind,

To overcome the heart,

And move somewhere where control dominates once more.

To fill a world with self-centered desire,

 

Which has no goodness, love or relation to others.

Only destruction of self and relation with God.

 

Passing me by,

Recognizing my existence,

Yet not stopping to look.

 

And smell me.