A glimpse into the chaos.
Could my many
failed attempts
someday mean
something?
Could they possibly
matter
somehow?
Maybe even
lead to
something useful
interesting
intriguing
something of value?
It’s helpful
enlightening
inspiring
to switch views
change
p
e
r
s
p
e
c
t
i
v
e
s
to see things
differently.
Whether it’s the angle
viewpoint
time of day
season
light
or lack of light
stepping back
to see a w i d e r shot
rather than a myopic focus
or zooming in
to see the particulars
details
minutiae,
every vantage point
brings knowledge
and
an understanding
that a previous perspective
did not.
I love when the clouds
are so low
that they
float
in between the hills
and mountains.
The misty
airy
light fog
seeks its way
through the trees
and it’s incredible
magical.
We watched the clouds get denser
as we traveled closer
and then
we got to drive
right through them –
dreamlike
surreal
breathtaking.
I always enjoy seeing
how God paints the sky
with the clouds.
What a particularly neat experience
that He brought
elements of the sky
toward us
so we could
travel through
that day’s artwork!
He used a mix of pinks
and purples
against the blue
in the early yellow
orangey sun.
Such a startling contrast
to the blinding summer –
a beautiful
unique sight
on an October morning.
When you can actually see
the sky,
it's incredible to experience
how specifically He paints it!
This haze
this hole
no exit
no control
You’re sinking
stuck
no way to know
which
way
is
up
Crawling in glue
it’s deja vu
this returning hell
in its yearly spell
Unbending
neverending
it’s blinding
binding
not worth fighting
It’s incapable
of remorse
You’ll be
torched
scorched
in its force
It’s diabolical
straight illogical
Cracking streets
in its rotting heat
it re a c h e s
pulls
sucks your soul
It steals life
with delight
It’s not your brain
You’re not insane
It’s not the end –
not again
It hasn’t won
It’s just the sun
just the sun
just
the
sun
I love
adventuring
with him
exploring new things
new places
and returning
to places
we loved
remembering previous experiences
and creating new ones.
It’s not always perfect
of course
and it’s not always easy.
But I enjoy
spending time
with him
and just
being
with him.
The wind
pushes its way in
bullies the tree limbs
w
h
i
p
s
the branches around
and shakes the leaves off
making it appear to be
much cooler outside
than it is
while the intense heat
forces its way
toward us
enveloping us
kicking up dust
and debris
causing the air quality to
p
l
u
m
m
e
t
as hell moves in
again
I have no desire
to fill up the space
with my words
when there is no reason
to say
anything.
No one else
needs to hear
me say something
just to hear it
and I don’t
need to hear
my own voice
just because.
I speak up
when
or
if there is something
worth saying
or
hearing.
But if nothing
needs to be said,
others can contribute their part
or
we can just
let the silence be
and enjoy
the breath
it gives us all.
Beginnings
are tough
Endings can be
maddening
Sometimes I rush
through
the
m
i
d
d
l
e
s
get everything out there
then
revise
r
e
a
r
r
a
n
g
e
redo
or read through it
and delete
all of it
(or want to)
start over
with another rough
beginning
reconstruct
rinse
repeat
as needed
I had never known you
to be a liar
but I learned the truth
when the sky was on fire
You promised
there was nothing to fear
yet your muted subtext
was all I could hear
Even then your words
stood out as a lie
suspended against
a vengeful sky
Were you lying
to yourself as well?
Or merely deciding
which lie to tell?
I was desperate to believe
fully knowing that was naïve
since I saw contradiction
in your subtle fiction
You had made your choice
long ago
Your promise shattered
on the rocks below
while the fiery sky
turned quiet and grey
You had already
gone away