I wonder what made
God after being finished
Sit back and say
Perfect what did he
That we simply can’t
I do know that
Looking at things from
High makes things beautiful
Astronauts birds and angels
Always agree with God
Remain above appreciate below
That’s our souls home
How many of us
Upon reflection and review
Of mirror pantry account
Shelf home and garage
Of love sex and affection
Friends expression and popularity
See scarcity and nots
Not enough not exactly
And not anywhere near
Not right not near(ly)
And certainly not long
That silly little word
Always makes almost everything
Into a woeful nothing
What if by not notting
By unnoting the ball
That you call life
You have plenty more
Much more in fact
Than you’ll ever need
Let the have nots
Keep their nots tightly
Notted misery loves company
Lord I prayed am
I to expect to
Live life on one
Knee bowing to others
Only because they’re stronger
And then the heavens
Opened and a finger
Touched my chest filling
Me with hope hope
The Lord said is
Mightier than strength for
Even the strongest grow
Weak but the hopeful
Carry themselves to victory
Life is a series
Of let goes of
Growing up and growing
Out and growing beyond
Leaving things whether friends
Or beloved friends or
Even more than that
Stings but imagine being
A tree imagine watching
The most beautiful part
Of yourself that thing
That made you Tree
Turn and blow away
We all are just
Trees remaining strong despite
All those letting goes
I prayed last night
For the Universe to
Send me a man
Like the trees pray
For spring to weaken
Winters grip I needed
Just one one simple
Hello to blossom like
That very first rose
To remind me that
Life will be Fine
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 