Slowly, the rain falls,
we rejoice in the moment.
And then it is gone.
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You
touch me so,
even when I’d
rather stay in tow,
and resist
Your earthly gaze.
For it is You out there
in the haze,
preparing the way,
for us to see
again.
Even
when we are unsure
about the road
to take, You
clear
a
path,
and a friend
we make.
It’s
Your honesty, and
transparency
that will leave
a legacy,
of times
when hope
was squandered
and people
often foundered
for an idea to hold
onto.
Yet,
You stay, and
present
what is, at times,
considered second best.
However,
in those moments,
we are merely confused.
And, yes, my friend,
it is,
a part of the
human condition.
To try and
understand,
what, at times,
is, and, may remain
a mysterious
transition,
which
we may leave
to Your guidance.
And,
the history
of a legacy,
which we can
clearly feel, and
face
as You nestle
us in Your tender
embrace.
Scintillating, as the
Sun rise, and the
Sparkle on a
Sea crested wave of bliss
Is keeping things
In perspective, a key
Inside all things, my friend, as is the
Inner-knowing, of the
Moonrise in the early dawn of
Morning, as the shadows play hide and seek
Magnificently with our genuine desire for
More games to begin, and yet
Playing games, and becoming
Perplexed, only causes more confusion, so
Please consider the simplest form of
Purchase between the two delivered to you, and
Love each for their unique gifts, as you
Languish in the sea salted air, and
Learn to tell the difference, a
Legendary affair of marked resistance and acceptance, is
Ever
Evolving, and
Energizing, our
Earthly
Existence
A mythological
quandary, one
indeed,
for the ages.
As we turn
the pages, of
our shared history,
and begin
to investigate
the trouble about.
For
growing
is hard work,
has been for all time,
so, don’t be glum.
Rather, know
that
we are all confused
at times
when the pain comes.
As if
there’s a problem
with the sum
of our emotions.
Know,
our emotions
are in the right place,
just as they are.
Radiating
like waves
through a sea
of beatitudes
and, yes,
also platitudes,
as we mourn the self
we once
were.
See,
not all of us
were told that
growing is hard,
and to expect
to fail, and even
fall,
like a dancing bard.
And, now?
Let down
your guard,
be with
the moment,
and go that extra yard.
Knowing
all the while
that everything
is as it should be,
as you
are like the sun,
glowing, and
forever growing, my son.
We walk upon
Your flesh,
In so many different
Iterations,
Some dry,
Some damp, and yes,
As we tramp
From one place
To the next
We musn’t ever forget
Your Presence
Taking in new
Seeds, and giving
Birth to new deeds
Of all the fauna
And flora, and, oh,
What an aura
Of beauty,
I do see,
As I walk upon
Your shoulders
Bearing the brunt
Of all the worlds
Boulders
And holders
Of humanity
Is it enough
What we’ve done
For Thee?
Ah, alas, I
Completely agree
There is so much
More we can do, to
Ensure
Your living trust
Bears fruit
Forevermore,
Under the sycamore,
I stand, relating
This experience
As a simple man
Knowing only so much
For in God, I do trust,
And do know this,
My friend,
We must take a hand
In ensuring
That Your land
Is always able
To continue to stand
2020 saw lots
Of havoc,
Who new,
At the start,
There be a pandemic
Of the scope
And scale, we’ve
Now seen,
Phew, don’t ever
Forget to breathe,
And, as we get ready
To turn the clock,
Let’s remember,
The New Year
Begins with a shock
To our senses, yet
It’s also chock full
Of potential,
Where we can create
All the meaning-
Fullness
That, we’ve been
Lacking, in a year
Of solitude
And reclusion, no,
Not because anyone
Wanted to,
We stayed at home,
To bear the brunt
Of a virus
That was out
For blood,
And, thus, we
Learn to live,
And love again,
My friend, so
Take a moment
To reflect, on all
The loss and sorrow,
Yet, also contemplate,
The joy and hope
You borrowed from
Deep within,
And, carry that forward
To 2021, which
Is set to begin
And, as we move
Towards 12:00 am on
January 1st,
Let’s hold hands,
And pray for a planet
With people
That are not cursed, no,
Rather, they are
Well-versed
In a new, and
Grand
Resilient (re)birth
Happy New Year, everyone.
I look up,
And wonder
Why, for it’s
Always You
In the sky,
Your
Stars burn
Bright, like dew
Drops in the mist
Of all that’s
Forgotten,
And remembered
For it’s both
On which
We are dependent
Even in times
Where Your clouds
Are playing hide
And seek,
With me,
It’s always You
That I can and
Do see,
Written in the
Language of love
And compassion
For all
Of us, here,
Awaiting Your
Passionate embrace
Like a star kissed
Gaze upon
Our face
Tenderly calling
Us home, into
Your arms, full of
Grace
Comes
In many forms,
A product of a life
Lived
Sometimes,
It comes and goes
Just like a storm
In the sky
Even as we try
To hold to it tight
With all our might
Faith,
Is something
That is always there
Even when covered
Up,
And we begin to pretend
That it matters not
Deep down
We know
The truth of the matter,
Is that
Faith is what’s
Guided us
From the start
It’s interesting
To ponder
In later
Life
Especially when
You once believed
Your faith was gone
Left on a train,
Now alone in the rain
Without notice, yet
Even in that simple
Verse, is the seed of
One’s faith
Belief
In something
More,
And, when
The rain does pour?
Remember, your
Faith is not forgotten
You, my friend,
Even when
You try your hardest
To run again
Your faith
Is there, so then?
Simply lookup,
Give thanks,
And say,
Amen
Happens
To us all
Even when
We’d rather
Forestall
The pain, and
Grief
From coming
Close
At heart, we hold
Those dear,
And, when there’s
A suddenance
To the loss,
We fall backward
And out of
Cadence
With our normal
Rhythm
Of life, not because
We’re made of strife
Rather, because
We’re a part of this
Very life,
Which contains
Both,
Misery and joy,
And, yes, we do
Employ them both, and
It’s okay to feel them
As needed,
Even prescriptive
When hidden
And, now I’m
At your hospital bed,
Awaiting your return
Hoping and praying
That it’s not
Your turn, yet
Knowing it’s likely
As we can see
The signs
Written
Upon
The wall of your life,
Nay, our life,
Together
Because, yes, we
Were friends, and
Strangers in some ways
Until the very end
And in coping
I try to understand
Why it happened
So fast, and am
Reminded it’s
Not mine to pretend
To know
The answers
My friend
I called you
My dad,
And, did until
The end
With that last
Kiss upon you
Forehead,
I rendered the loss
Of my father, and
Dearest friend
There you are,
All decked out,
Ready as always
For the festivities
Set out,
And all about
Us
As we travel, you,
And I,
Toward another year,
But, first,
Christmas is here,
And we’ll celebrate
Together,
No matter the weather,
Because
You’re always there,
My friend,
On which I can rely
Even when
I’m not feeling
All that well,
And I sigh
In frustration, you
Come, and check
On me,
Nuzzling your head
Against my hand,
Waiting
For the mood
To change from
Bad to good,
And what
do you know?
The mood shifts,
Because you are swift
In your ways,
Knowing just what’s
Needed
To change the tide
It’s always the same
With you and I,
Let’s just say it’s so,
You’re my companion
My hero, best friend
And champion
In response to the WDYS #62 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
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