When we don’t get our way,
The expectation is not met,
The answer seems wrong,
Our heart wanted something else.
Sadness, resentment, reactions emerge.
Instead, light a candle,
Ponder why it is so,
And see where to go next,
The distance may be small.
And it could be on the road you were already on.
Gathered for the evening,
Warmed by traditional music, holding their spirits intact,
Keeping their common plight in a sacred, if unwilling bond,
As captivity holds their bodies, not their hearts.
For renewal awaits and cannot be extinguished.
Image from Vught former concentration camp, Holland. Artwork hanging in gathering and food hall for Dutch prisoners.
The camera is lucky,
Only seeing as directed,
Blurring out the other subjects,
Yet creating a color filled background filled with as much new life,
As the tulip who is the star of the picture.
Can I focus today?
… and celebrate the renewal around us which is Spring.
As if magically returning a mysterious call from outside their earthen lair,
Immediately disturbed, they leave the long sleep of winter,
And drive themselves uncontrollably through the soil,
Nourished by the sun and rain,
Calling them to a new and persistent life.
Where, they, surrounded by loved ones, feel the face of God.
Once again, the day comes without interruption,
Stamping the ground with another soft step,
But one which always lands, consistent, reliable, unavoidable.
So it is up to me to change the outcome,
Or let it pass unnoticed.
The renewal begins today,
Despite my appearance and the desire to look forlorn and neglected.
These are merely traits and temptations to bring us down.
For even though seemingly abandoned,
I am not alone.
Sitting quietly in the Boston apartment,
the need for life giving water is never considered,
In harmony, seemingly, with nature.
The dam holds the needs of thousands,
Bottled up, collecting the gift of life,
One drop at a time.
Our need for living water being insatiable,
As love should be.