The Day After the Best Day

The Day After the Best Day

It’s funny how I want certain days to linger

Almost drowning in all of the goodness

Exhausted from the fun

Yet, a night of sleeping later

I awake to a sense that all of that is now a memory

There is stillness in the now

Unknowing in the future

I reach back to see what’s left from yesterday

And find much treasure there

Yet I know I cannot dwell there

Missing the treasure of today

The hope of tomorrow

I find that gratefulness keeps the memories whole

Fresh amongst the newly blooming flowers

Gratefulness keeps me right where I need to be

In the center of all of God’s goodness

So I take this moment in the right here and right now

I thank You for bringing me here

Everything has turned out for good

Just like You said it would

I am so thankful

The Throne

The Throne

You know

I could drone on like the typical sad poet

But then I thought, “today

I don’t have to do that at all”

Yes there is darkness, evil, and ugliness

But there is also light, good, and beauty

I get to choose which one to focus on

Even in the midst of the chaos

I can settle right into the midst of the order

Even in the midst of death

I can choose to continue to live

And love

For that might just be the key

To love in the midst of everything

Might just be the source of all freedom

The source of all light, all good, all beauty

So I want to rest there

I want to run there

I want to sleep there

I want to dwell there

The place where I choose love over all other things

Might just be the most powerful place in the universe

T=mg+ma

T=mg + ma

These paradoxes are killing this Western man

I’m told that giving up is the way to life

Then giving up is the way to shame

I’m told that rest brings me to peaceful healing

Yet I rest and become more lame

I’m not saying the truth is a lie

But what I am saying is that life seems immutably impossible

And I’m not really sure what I should do

The scientists attribute the darkness to biology

The preachers attribute the biology to darkness

In a culture of “I must know everything”

I think we know nothing, nothing at all

Suddenly I find this earth I’ve been anchored to

Is floating aimlessly in space

Possibly not aimlessly

Possibly toward a great destruction

Possibly toward miraculous life

I am told that this is my greatest decision

Is it really the electrons traversing the axons

That determines the universe’s fate?

Is it true we’re just a micron of a meaningless speck?

Like I said, the tension betwixt these two is so great

I feel I’m being torn in two

The dangers of that are none too few

Yet neither are the abundance of the treasures

Image by La Boheme, Google Images

Outside

Outside

Im glad to hear children playing outside

Their laughter permeating all walls and barriers

Breaking through the barricades

Tearing down the bleak tirades

Of shortening days and greater distances

Greater distances that must be spanned

With great tenacity, greater veracity

All contained within the sounds of children laughing

I place my head on pillows soft

Gazing through windows, mineral-flaked, aloft

The power lines cutting through the gray skies

Golden, red, and fading-green leaves

Holding on for dear life

Even though death has clearly already come

But has it really?

Doesn’t the tree still stand?

It’s roots gone deeply into the life-giving land

Though the visibilities show death even still

Death cannot overcome life’s greater love-will

All this I see outside the window sill

The window not covered with stained interventions

Just deposits from the lives spent and gone

I lie here in the comfort of this throne

To overcome and to span the greater distances.

Choices

Choices

Too many choices now

I could spend the rest of my days

Searching for everything that is nothing

Toys, games, vacations, wares

Clothes, phones, mutual fund shares

I don’t even have to get up from the couch

I can sit here like a leather slouch

Consuming all that comes into my orbits

Yet there is always this stirring

There is always this stirring deep within

No rhyme, no reason, no cry, no whim

Seems to meet it or explain it

I think we all are made for something more

I think we all go beyond the meandering bore

Of the retail mall circuit

Not that any of the things we need are bad

Not that any of the things we want are ugly

But they do not define the who we are

They do not fulfill the rising star

That is continuously rising within our chests

I look for answers, I look for rest

It seems like it is only where the stillness resides

It seems it is where the mystery hides

It seems to go beyond all the reason

No shape, no circle, no time, no season

Seems to contain it at all

I look forward to the cool of fall

As I choose to go walk up the mountain

8/9/17

Upturned

Upturned

Overwhelmed

I cannot tell if it is evil

I cannot tell if it is good

It might even be both

Just being tossed heels over head

Is this life or is this death?

Who can tell in these deep, cold waters?

Or maybe all of this tumult

Is a sign I am almost to the shore

But is that really where I want to be?

Didn’t I cry out for the deep?

Didn’t I ask to be here?

Yes

Yes I did.

So I have nothing to fear

I simply relax

Enjoying the swimming