I won't promise you
The moon un the sky
But i will give you
My heart.

Ta-ta, see-ya, bye…

When you say ‘hello” and “goodbye,’
To someone
Are they complete statements,
Figures of speech?

Or are they gap-fillers
Of awkward interactions;

Spaces —

Silences —

Incompatibility?

But, desiring compatibility.

How do we get better at sitting with and communicating our needs?
And not live out of defensive layers and mechanisms?

With presence in the present - the everyday 'gift' in life.

Abraham praised the Lord with obedience;
   Johnathan surrender —

David praised the Lord with singing and dancing,
   John, the Baptist, with preparation —

Jesus became The Way;
   Revelation —

John, the Beloved, with friendship,
   Saul became Paul, a transformation.

Mary with alabaster,
   Lavish extravagance,

You and me?


   Praise and worship;
~ Love ~

I ain't living in squalla
But supernatural, techno colour;

Back here on my wooden deck,
I throw back a whiskey, with lime, check √

I hear a banjo in the back of my mind,
And smell fire burning in time.

Recipe books surround and cake rests on my outdoor table,
Country living could very well be it's label...

But I see it as "God’s waiting room" --

Mowers murmur in neighbours' lawns,
Buzzing bees and billowy butterflies
circumnavigate newly planted trees,
make me yawn like a pawn.

In these moments I lean back and let my soul bloom.

Usually, when items are found
on the side of the road
They are ‘left for the taking!’

(don't you think so too?)

Not so --
When a vagabond and his scattered belongings
Litter the lawn; “hoarded items unhoused.”

I often wonder about the blue picture-less frame
Leaned up against my wall:
‘Did I take another man’s belonging thinking it was trash?'

Or was it purchased freely,
Without cash?!
Venture vagabond verily.