Just watch the children run
Out of the lift (I've never
Experienced it but since when was tuition fun?)
One
After another
Parents searching amongst the crowd
To find their own amongst the others
And it's not like they're particularly loud
But I still can't tell who's who
And when they all make it to
Mummy and Daddy
Dashing past me
As I stand plastered to the wall
I'm just wondering how they're all
So happy
Now another group of adults now
Probably off work
Wondering how
To pay the bills, feed the family
These are the ones with the more
Relatable faces
Headspace
Only for
Work and stress
And honestly this change is happening far
Too early for the people in our
Age and now the question I'm asking is
“When will they grow out of this”
This naivety, this knowing
That growing
Up won't change a thing
Because that isn't what I've been seeing.

Love will lift her skirts,
Dancing across
The deepest lines in the sand
Bounding over
The highest walls we've built
Holding her hands outstretched
To those in need of compassion,
Carrying those too weak
To learn the moves on their own
She watches the sands of time fall
With an understanding
That she is transcendent,
Undying
And so through it all,
Love will lift her skirts and dance
©KNL

want to lift up world
i falter at each new weight
suffering a must

We act as stewards only
Of the things we think we “own”
So let’s not get so prideful
And think we “made it” all alone

Our skills and talents also
Come unbidden as a gift
So let’s not be self-serving
But reach out to help and lift

Enjoy and use the good things
All the blessings of this earth
We are just the stewards
Of what we’ve gained since birth

An attitude that sets us free
And flow with more prosperity
Stewardship helps us to see
The riches of all eternity

I saw him again today, that man
So clothed in mystery
He was quiet today,
Just like every other day
Probably hoping to be left alone
But, we'll never know
And I'll never ask

I saw him again today, that man
So clothed in mystery
Yet, for reasons I can't comprehend,
I often see myself in him
Staring back, trying to figure it all out
One passing day at a time