And one day while
a giraffe was crossing
a bridge he heard
a squeak looking waaaaay
down at his hoof
certain that he’d stepped
on something he saw
a gray field mouse
cowering in the corner
Why are you crying
small one he asked
Be be because *squeak*
I’m alone And why
are you alone mouse
Because I wandered far
How far is far
asked the giraffe Faaaaaaar
*squeak squeak* Here mouse
climb up my legs
and onto my back
for your faaaaaar is
much nearer for me
than it ever will
be for you just
tell me to stop
And after one prance
and one skip and
one canter the gray
field mouse was home
Sometimes in our lives
what seems so far
away to us is
so very very near
to others never be
afraid to *squeak* when
you see a giraffe
Month: April 2023
Easter
And it is Easter
A day of celebration
and of joyful resurrection
But resurrection isn’t a
miracle resurrection can happen
in the smallest things
a dandelion emerging between
sidewalks a phone call
from a thought to
be lost friend and
a morning hello from
some stranger resurrection simply
means rebirth a mulligan
a do over and
another try at being
our very best selves
despite our past darkness
HeavenYou
When one can
be silently alone
one is satisfied
Embrace your aloneness
for when alone
you aren’t truly
There you are
absent of others
and their distractions
What if Heaven
was absolutely absent
of everything else
besides just you
What if Heaven
has always already
been simply you
Destiny’sVoice
In life we tend
to step into bigger
shoes rather than outgrowing
the old ones A
goldfish only grows to
the size of its bowl
A persons eyes are
usually bigger than their
stomach The point being
look forward for destiny
walk towards that voice
beckoning you for that
voice is your voice
way out there somewhere
KitchenSponge
I know now that
this is my time
to be absolutely still
To watch to listen
to contemplate to understand
To absorb like a
kitchen sponge to hold
and then to rinse
sending all the garbage
down the drain out
of sight to dry
and be used again
If there is one
thing a writer is
it’s a kitchen sponge
Inspiration is nothing more
than a mess to
be wiped and rinsed
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 