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
Category: Creativity
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
Ghost
I simply don’t understand
the cloak of invisibility
that I now wear
It is not that
I’m used to being
the center of attention
but noticed most certainly
It’s like I’ve died
spending all my time
wandering around the world
seeing but not being
seen perhaps this time
is my time to
observe feel and write
like a scribe noting
and not really doing
Perhaps this is my
time of constant understanding
and contribution to life
