Daffodil

Daffodil 

I don’t like it when creativity will not come

I sit here staring at a screen

Having thousands of things to say

That all seem to mean nothing at all

I think too much

I wonder what difference will it all make

Unfortunately it seems the answer is always the same

Nothing

But can that be true?
Can a pebble be thrown into the sea

And not a ripple be made?
Can a butterfly flap it’s wings

And it not be felt far, far away?
Or is that even what I am here for anyway

To make some sort of major upheaval

Maybe I am a daffodil

I come forth quietly on the waves of warm sun

I spring forth for a time

I show forth beauty

I cause someone I don’t even know to smile

I’ve fulfilled my worthwhile

Then I go back into the earth to replenish the next

I have touched

I am a part

Of Eternity

2/7/18

Significant

Significant

It’s quiet here

But life is noisy

The real world is full of noise and chaos

So why do I like the silence so much?

What is it here that makes me feel alive?

Out there in the bustle I am a loner, a misfit

The flashing screens make my brain repulse 

The noise, the empty conversations

The things that fill the every day that really don’t matter at all

The things that in the future will be dust

I just

Cannot live like that at all

I cannot also judge those that do

It is not up to me what is up to you

But I simply cannot join in the great milieu

Of sport and cars and hotel stays

So I put on my hiking boots once more

I pick up my camera and amongst shouts of “bore!”

I walk up to the mountains

I seek my place where God and I 

Can have a conversation

Where I can actually hear what he has to say

Often there are no words to pray

There is simply the majesty of the snow-capped mountains

To remind me I am small

Yet I am also very, very great