Sitting in midafternoon sun,

Offering myself to the world,

in the hope of pollination,

All seems well.

 

Here I remain, ready to be either admired or picked,

according to man’s need.

 

As observed, the bee seems the perfect servant,
Traveling from one location to another.
Random, but somehow perfect,
Appearing distracted yet always at work.

Living in that smaller world, to us,
we look down on them,
and receive their toil over breakfast toast,
or other parts of life which require sweetening.

Thinking ourselves better, because we can think.

 

Sometimes, actually a lot, I miss stuff.

It is lost in my every day,

unnoticed, or heavily disguised,

whatever,

it is missed.

 

Might be an image, a familiar noise,

people, food,

the autopilots of my life,

painting a backdrop which seems to be only

one color and one sound.

Gray and bleak.

 

So let today be different.

 

The ship is full of troops, all aligned on a mission.

A mission to destroy those who will not submit,

to dominance and control.

 

Sailing through south pacific waters in perfect conditions.

Clear water, no storms,

cruising past islands of pagan civilizations,

untouched by war;

who had never even seen a gun.

 

Natives admire the strange vessel sent by the Gods

now passing their horizon at sunset.

 

Thinking what could it mean?

 

Sitting on each face it belies its hidden treasure,

inviting us to look only when prompted by second glances,

to enter deeper.

Or perhaps something encouraging returned,

a smile, a glance, a request for affirmation.

 

Taken and received from the heart,

beauty is the means we survive.

For food and shelter are needed,

but only sustain, not enrich.

 

Beauty illuminates all.

Here for a reason,

a gateway to love,

a light which shows God cares and loves.

 

Always.

 

 

 

 

 

When young I thought,

There are only two variables in life.

Time,

and how you use it.

 

Now I know time is a fake,

but the theory is still helpful.

The other side of the mirror speaks to me in dreams,

Of lives affected by my decisions,

The could have been,

Would have been,

Of children, who might have looked different, but never happened.

 

Not of regret, there is only one mirror.

That reflects a present … and past;

Written in lines on the face looking at me,

On the side that shows the choices

and path chosen.

 

The other side is perhaps greed,

To live more than one life,

Or to spread myself thin,

Or experience too many lives,

Never satisfied with the one lived.

Disturb yourself not,

For eternity will provide the answers,

Where there is no past, only a reckoning of sorts,

And the future is the present,

when all will be revealed not in regret,

But in perfect peace and harmony.

 

Everlasting.

In one all-knowing moment I see the greatness behind it all.

Not a collection of research, or even experiences before,

As if they were redundant,

But a material understanding,

One of the heart,

Not purely of the mind,

As if just washed all over, with warm clean water for the first time.

 

This grace cannot be requested, or even earned,

it just happens, delightfully, and out of our control.

However, once experienced it is to be loved, protected and relished.

 

And pray others may enjoy His presence in their lives soon.

Much to celebrate being a part of this country.

Welcoming and challenging,

seemingly no limits

and heritage doesn’t count or hinder

but is of interest, later,

after you have proved yourself worthy.

 

German, African, Scottish, English, Norwegian, Chinese,

we are now all Americans first and what brought us here second.

Holding the same drivers licenses,

paying the same taxes,

living the same dream,

that life can be better,

And full of hope.

 

When we land we have to rely on others welcomes,

our own willingness to work,

and desire to love this new country,

not to judge the meal before tasting it.

 

I have tasted the meal,

And I like it.

But I really love those who share it with me.

While we remember important words.

 

One nation under God.

 

 

 

Blue and green are two favorite colors,

Matching the eyes of my lover,

and the backdrop to each beautiful day.

 

These are the colors of nature’s soul.

Somehow, never gloomy,

even when skies are dark,

as His rain readies itself,

to provide the living water plants cry out for.

 

As should we.