One thousand bees in the mandarin tree
A spider dangling on a silky thread
Swallowtail butterflies floating past me
Ants marching through the garden bed
A dragonfly seeking out its prey
Small creatures fill my eyes today.
One thousand bees in the mandarin tree
A spider dangling on a silky thread
Swallowtail butterflies floating past me
Ants marching through the garden bed
A dragonfly seeking out its prey
Small creatures fill my eyes today.
One from death and one from spite.
Death was barely in the ground,
When the hurtful words of spite were found.
And now with tears upon my bed,
I mourn the living and the dead.
*this is my attempt at cowboy poetry. It is based on a story from my teenage years.
We hopped on the motorbike
My lasso was slack
My pardner was drivin’
And I’m on the back.
We entered the pasture
And spotted our prey
His head was down
He was eatin’ some hay.
We revved up the engine
And the doggie did run
We were bouncing along
And having some fun.
When out from the barn
A man came a runnin’
A wavin’ his arms to put
A stop to our funnin’.
You boys are a drivin’
This doggie half dead.
But I’m tryin’ to
Fatten him up, he said.
Get out of my pasture
Put your motorbike away
Go find another place to
Have fun today.
Will I float away like a balloon rising into the sky?
Or will my body disintegrate into a million particles, like a Star Trek teleport, only to be reconfigured again in another dimension?
Will I step through a doorway?
Or will I emerge from a cocoon as a new creature?
I truly don’t know, and it’s interesting to speculate, but whatever path I take, I WILL see Him face to face.
Oh what a glorious day that will be.
“Slow down to breathe”, the hummingbird said. “Watch how I work and I play. Pay special attention to my moments of rest, for you’ll see that I make time each day.
It may look like I’m always in motion. It may seem like I never stay still. But each day you’ll see I have moments to rest, and when given those moments I chill.”
He doesn’t withdraw like the tide.
He’s never tired or asleep.
You won’t hear him say “I’m too busy today” or “check in with me again next week”.
No appointment’s required for a visit.
No transaction needs to take place.
He’s not in a hurry.
His eyes are on me, and they’re brimming with kindness and grace.
Quote: God will never say to us in our prayers “you know, I’m just not interested.” Unknown