On wings of hope: May there be beauty!
Some find their mark bringing both joy and relief.
While others, finding their mark still, cause anguish, dismay: Please. No….
The truth hurts. Seeing it squarely in front of you, yes.
But being made aware that these images of light match – with such painful certainty
That what was painted
Sometimes, it’s more than I can bear.
I know that I should.
But I don’t or rather, will NOT.
Cannot. Simply won’t.
I don’t think I even really want to…
But because it’s expected of me, I suppose I will.
Mightily so with a good stiff breeze
Or gradually over time
Thanks to gentle stirrings, peppered with patience.
New growths occur
Some perhaps at great distances.
Nature has her ways
And always provides – well, when she’s not feeling feisty.
In the world
Accounts for much of the way of things.
Fairness – not so much…
Seen no more
Comes the night.
Until chaos reigns
We humans: Tools.
Cozy and still
Despite flashing streaks of light across a darkening sky
And rumblings: low, deep and satisfyingly sustained,
She sips her cuppa.
Curled up in cushiony comfort, with a good read to occupy her thoughts
And a small, yet sturdy table top close at hand
From which to reach for her mug of warmth
She thinks how luscious and perfect this moment feels.
Peaceful. Calm. She is content.
Nature’s noisy and brilliant displays
Set to the music of a driving, late summer rain.
While here, just here, safely ensconced in the place she calls home
She enjoys the quiet connection of her mind and what some might call her soul
To the rat-a-tat cacophony of sound outside her window.
Fleeting, always fleeting, over and done with for some time before she recognizes the storm has past
And is no more.
She is jarred back into the Reality of Things
And gets up from her snug place of rest
To empty the dishwasher, fold towels and contemplate her next move.
She stretched her arms
Over her head.
Eyes shut, facing upward, reaching for the light.
Might someone kiss me,
If only I wait long enough?
A few seconds wait,
And then a few more.
Nah, she thought.
I’ll make my own way.
Lockbox. Liquidity. Load balancing.
At the end of the day? Lighten up…