Appearances

What is the danger of idleness?

Life can be an opposite of what you remember.

Ascending and descending from memory can be a restless dream

Until the rooster crows

Sometimes age doesn’t offer certainty but doubt

But should everyone experience endurance?

Amidst the stings you want to taste the hive

Look deep and make your own conclusion

We are supposed to use our imagination

A toil for every tree to build a forest

Does everything have to be clean and tidy?

Free of disorder?

Do we all have to come home?

The question can remain unsaid

But then it may appear as evasion

There are other challenges

Will they understand?

Promise

“I don’t need a light

to think of you.”

true and curious apprehension

a letter

Present moment

Cinnamon and precious gems contained in the present

Porcelain bowl on the dinner table

Perceived while drifting to sleep

You want to paint your toenails with magenta

After your escape from solitude

Where will you begin, you ask

The night does not answer, remains silent

Boredom can ignore time of deprivation

Until we arrive at a forest clearing

Not far from a village where elders

Can tell you stories of a lifetime

Where children dance and laugh

And tell you their stories, fresh moments of joy.

Before the future arrives.

Bright Wednesday

Christ is Risen.

Wishing everyone a Safe and Blessed Easter.

 

The Little Things

In life is not easy to calculate our losses

Or emphasize our gains

There are disguises that betray us

Our vision is not always sharp to distinguish differences

Today like most days

I walk to the river

Others have similar ideas

I encounter a blue heron,

A lone bird resting on the reeds

And red flowers radiant in the sun.

The Place

The Place

The surprise of hearing my own voice

like seeing slivers of light filtered between the trees

The words are whispered which I could have missed

Words of encouragement, a push

My eyes are closed, my attention sharpened

I am resting a bit after walking long

My breathing is trying to catch up with my steps

In trying to reach my goal I struggle

There are benches, handrails, sources of spring water

I am vulnerable but not feeble.

I am not alone, or helpless

Though night is approaching I am not lost.

Is it the wind or spirit descends from above the trees

A voice telling me a place in eternity

The place where I am going.

 

Today like yesterday

 

It rained yesterday.

Rained again today.

We are only 54 percent in rainfall for the year.

I walked to the river on most days.

Today I did not.

Calamities make days unreal.

In our isolation let’s expand our relationship

You are not alone

We are in this together

We cry together. We pray together

Let’s join our shoulders together

Love will prevail.

Cursory Way

I have a mountain of books to read

Books are scattered everywhere in the house

I will call and ask you where to start reading

The garage is full of non-essentials

My hours need occupants

On most days I walk in the neighborhood.

Now is the time that I should go deeper in my learning

Not my usual ordinary way to please myself.

It’s sad to realize it takes a pandemic to wake me up.

Time is emptying like food on the shelves.

Surprise

Disturbed by nearness

The blue heron flies away

The child, surprised, cries