Crowded bedfellows paint the colors of their soul.

 

Taking off the earth disappears from sight,

Leaving me to see my personality type,

And myself for perhaps the first time.

At least with any clarity.

 

Why has it taken so long for this image to appear,

All the reasons for my actions and reactions,

Faults and failings,

Good and bad,

The gifts I have been given.

And how I use them.

 

I like the colors I see,

The variations in the mountains,

Life giving lakes,

And their shorelines.

 

Where I can rest a while and figure out where God wants me to fly.

 

The wonder of the trees,

And their grassy friends, carpeting the extensive lounge,

Bathe us all in a green which makes us feel natural,

Seeking sun, water, life itself.

 

Reaching out to us, providing shelter, cover, shade and a peace-filled sanctuary.