And once
There was
Myles that
Watch’d the
Sun dials
He studied
Them closely
He watch’d
Them mostly
For their
Apparent
Whimsicality
And once
There was
Myles that
Watch’d the
Sun dials
He studied
Them closely
He watch’d
Them mostly
For their
Apparent
Whimsicality
Sitting and
Watching a
Bee incessantly
Bump against
A window
Realizing that
We do
The same
There’s always
Something between
Two people
A barrier
Or line
To cross
If the
Obstacle is
Clear it’s
Inviting if
It’s foggy
It’s perplexing
Such is
The difference
Between truth
And lies
I spoke
To God
Again He
Said you’re
Surprised by
My answer
To your
Prayer I
Said yes
They weren’t
Answers but
Questions Ah
He said
I know
The answers
Your job
Is to
Discover them
I find
Great comfort
In these
Early morning
Hours of
Silence simply
Recalling yesterday
And yesterday’s
Yesterday those
Joyful times
When the
Burdens of
Today hadn’t
Been recognized
As anything
More than
Hope of
Something better
But little
Did I
Know then
That those
Sweet sweet
Hours of
Happiness would
Be the
Very things
That continue
To give
Me the
Hope today
To continue
To love
Another who
No longer
Loves you
Is a
Gift not
To them
But to
You try
Never to
Be selfish
With your
Love because
In their
Absence of
Love you
Will find
A greater
Capacity of
Your own
And therein
Lives your
Divine spirit