Author: Michael

Our reward is reaped, and heaped upon the harvest table.

But  our comfort, as our breath is, once is not enough.

We think that we are in the flow, but are simply set adrift.

We think that we have found some peace, but are simply resigned to endure the doldrums.

“What use a sail, without the breeze to fill it.” I cried.

And God spoke, “With a notion comes a mighty wind.”

“Oh Lord, how can I, think of things unknown?” I begged.

God offers, “Simply think of me.”

Everyone thinks they’re good at sex.

And I assume they are.

But it’s time we face the fact

It’ really not that hard.

Happiness is a dead end street

You’ll sooner have to back on out

But once you know the way there

You can return where, ever you want.

A question, once answered, will never wonder again.

The only way, to keep wonder alive, is to pose more questions than answers are.

 

People ask me what I do all day.

I sit quietly,  and I weep, is my reply.

So sad, they guess.

Yes – a bit of that. But mostly I am still, to think of things that move me.

And when I’ve moved myself to tears I know, I’ve rubbed up against some truth.

You have so much potential, they say.

I say, and patience too.

For me, you see, the yet is best to come.

I am but a page of paper

marked and stained just so

Turn the leaf

a page unspoiled

I’ll paint myself anew

Sleep well

Dream sweetly

Sing with the first morning’s light

Dance in long shadows

Till the earth weighs

Good night

I am the torch

That bares brighter

With each step in the dark