Friday, December 15, 2006

Pardon me


The meaninglessness of it all
Has brought me to an
Objectionable arrangement
The vigilance that once was
Is now wearing me thin
But allowing reprieve
From the pain
Time stored like
Boxes that have not
Been open in years
Covered in dust
But all the memories
Remaining silently contained
Bearing in mind the wisdom
Of simplicity
The answers coming from
Living the question honestly
Recognizing the incredible
Order of creation
Nothing is convoluted
About loving each other
Or our neighbors and
Giving thanks to the
Simple solutions from Sp
irit

1 comment:

Friar Tuck said...

Where did you take the picture at? Too bad you did not get that job in Seattle. You are such a good writer and communicator.

Someday we need to sit down with our poems and explain them to one another.