OverFlow

Some do not understand
Why we turn and walk away
Never
Knowing our fragile hearts
How they beat another rhythm
When we give ourselves today,
How the tears are
Ripples
From the fountains feeding
Who we try to be while
Feeling incomplete vessels
Sampled forms deserted for
Others
With greater prospects, appeal,
Turned with haste into examples
Of what may have been, through
Greater effort within potential.

The light finds each flaw
Magnifies the cracks, spaces,
Where
There is still a chance
To advance, to be adorned
With the singular lovelinesses
Admitting sudden fascinations
Displacing consternations.
All
In all, it is in God’s hands
Who may bless possible plans
Or sudden, place us on
Another path
With probabilities grander
Than anything previously
Understood
By who we could become.

Why Create?

There is a point reached
Time
And time once again
When the gift becomes
Almost
An aching burden for freedom
Because there is a wonder
Why
The labor which cannot be
Deserted has nothing more to
Recommend
It continue to the wandering
Mind that wishes to whet its
Purpose
In a pool of sensations better
Suited to its voracious appetite
But
Realizes its sentence is born
In the flash of creativity
Without
Any more reason than words
Exist and hungry call for writing.

Alive

Leaf light filters through
Casting mosaic patterns
Brown, crimson, golden
Painted floor of woods cushioned
So footfalls are hardly heard.
Somewhere a dog howls,
A coyote snickers and yelps
An owl asks questions
No one deigns to give reply
Quiet nestles peace to rest.
As dusk falls, followed
By the skeins embroidering
Night, a crystal moon
Sighs strewing pale reflections
Of incandescent day bright.
Beyond window glows
Secrets like insulation
Keep swallowed stories
As deep as Earth and Ocean
Full as the starred Milky Way.
In hearts brilliant hot
Coals aroused to give new flame
Love Becomes Again
Whatever the driving force,
We, humans, find home together.

2020/Release

It is no wonder
Life goes as it sometimes does –
Our illusions meet
Head on with reality,
But we avoid the defeat.
We lift ourselves high
Above the troubles, surround,
Every moment, light,
Keeping the shadows away –
With faith, joy, love, kind service.
We choose happiness
When we see so much go wrong,
We help where we can,
When desperation dogs us
We outstretch our souls again.
Times may be harder
Than we care to like, but there
Is hope future days
Will hold a larger share of
Grace, possibly more delight.

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I think this year has been trying for most of us. Certain days can become gloomy. I thought perhaps this would inspire.

If you need a prompt, pick something out of the ordinary you are dealing with this year and create some work around it. As always, you may use whatever media appeals to your artistic sense.

I wish you well – with great prosperity and splendid blessings.