We were sitting around the table Almost ready for the feast, A little one said the blessing, Then we raised our eyes from prayer; My heart skipped for a moment, I could not help but see The absence of the ones who Should properly be seated with me. Over the years, the chairs have emptied – Much too often, much too soon, Some went away, others to their tombs, Tears puddled my eyes, my breath a stitch, I only wish I could mend what is missing, Bring all of them back where they belong, But only Heaven holds such power, its King, To redress the deprivations of time’s seizure.
Lightning sweeps across The palette of storm clouded Sky, blindingly bright, Picking a tree on which to Dividing destructive strike. At the bottom, torn From the rich life-giving loam An olive hued Shoot arises to climb ably So lavender blooms lively In winding waves set Beauty where death might have been A stalwart final Force, but it could not so cleave Nature from its directive Nor the love of life From a continuance which Inaugurated In the depths of time, never Leaves barren what begins primed.
Today was one of those days, A late start, but on time, An appointment that tried my mind A leave-taking ahead of time A lunch most divine With conversation that brought Me back in sync with life. A shopping trip I almost skipped But found needs met, something more, Came home to find packages Sitting in the rain, damages, Called Amazon, they corrected, So much better than expected. God’s grace saw me through He is ever, always true. This may seem not as it should But I haven’t strength to make good Beyond this here, I wish I could. Bear with me as I reset, and process What was for me an incredible day.