The Blue Trees soak up the early evening light, and remain awakened.

 

I will give when the IRS gives back,

When I get credit for my philanthropy,

As someone recognizes me as a good person,

Or get my name on a bench,

And the web site. Of course.

 

Ensuring my glorious gift is raised up,

Because Jesus died to raise us all to another standard.

 

One I can no longer see.

 

NOTE; This reflection contains intended irony.

 

She leaves the driveway once more,

Finally dropping out of sight, as my arm waves less frantically,

Knowing she cannot see it in the mirror any longer,

And must listen carefully for her sad heartbeat,

To feel the loneliness that will endure once again.

 

A loneliness enwrapped in love, available eternally.