Useless

 

Too many alternatives,

Too many decisions,

Too much chaos,

Too much turmoil.

 

I need direction, guidance, leadership.

But not from my mind,

Or even a greedy heart;

But from something beyond me.

 

Time to finally submit; end the search for the other.

And turn towards home,

Where the light is on,

And the door is open.

 

Amen.

Bright Darkness

Neglected and abandoned,

I seem to be shrinking with age.

As the forest creeps in,

Obscuring the sunlight,

And eventually cracks my rooftop,

Giving me a black eye for all to see.

 

But in the impending darkness there is clarity,

Things noticed and apparent,

Which were invisible for years.

 

Are now clear.

Sad Bird

The sad bird lands again in the family garden,

Unexpected, and hungry to leave some baggage there,

For us to consider,

As she stares at us from the garden,

Expressionless, holding no anger,

Rather sitting for us to view the disarray,

Which was our life yesterday.

 

Leaving us to consider active and lost love in both hands,

Once again.