The past stands patiently behind our backs
Invisible at times, or just unseen
Obscured by haste and waste and quantum facts
Upstaged by beeper, phone and fax machine
The sun will rise each day, and night will fall.
We here can only wait, and watch, and see.
It is not ours to tamper with the flow
Of nature, nor mistrust her majesty.
with brush in hand
the world unfolds
ain’t color grand
each stroke explodes
Don’t mess with me
Don’t crowd my space
You’re in my way
You’re in my face
Behold, He stands at the door and knocks,
Will any let this Servant in?
For He who drank the bitter cup
would sup with those He raised from sin.
Image from Dot Myl – Google PlusMy best friend is a live oak tree.
His branches shade and shelter me.
Beneath these arms of green, each day,
I come to sit and read and play.
Little boy blue, come throw your egg.
Your mom’s in the kitchen; just aim for her leg.
Where’s the little boy with the mischievous grin?
Why, he’s hatching a plan for his egg. Are you in?
My favorite person in the world
happens to be this birthday girl.
She understands my every thought,
agrees with me more oft than not,
respects my shifting paradigm,
and likes to hang out any time.