As Above

Traveling lightly

and oh so slow, those soft clouds

ease across the sky.

 May we take their wisdom down

 to earth and bring heaven nigh.

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It’s Time (Chapter 14)

“Small voice,” I say, “I changed your question a little.”

“You did?” small voice says, “Why?”

” ‘What am I here for?’ seemed too big so

I changed it to ‘What is being asked of me right now?’ ” 

“Sounds good,” says small voice.

“It’s still hard to answer,” I say.

“Yes,” says small voice.

“But…” I say.

“Go on,” says small voice.

“Well, it’s strange but when I ask that question,

I don’t feel invisible anymore,” I say.

“Maybe asking that question is what you’re here for,” says small voice.

“Maybe,” I say.

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It’s Time (Chapter 13)

“Small voice, do you ever get the feeling

you’re invisible?” I ask.

“Not exactly, ” says small voice, “but I’m often ignored.”

“What do you do then?” I ask.

“I’ll tell you what I don’t do,” says small voice.

“What?” I ask.

“I don’t give up. I just keep on talking.”

“Even when you’re ignored?” 

“Yep.”

“Why?” I ask.

“That’s what I’m here for.

What about you?  What are you here for?” small voice asks.

“I’m beginning to see why

you’re often ignored,” I say.  “Still, I heard you and

I’ll  think about it.”

“Fair enough,” small voice says, smiling.

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Just Once

Though they say,

and I’m sure they’re right,

you can’t appreciate the day

without the night,

I’d like, just once,

to hear them say

what to do with endless grey.

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Bits Of Light

When that bit of light paused at my window,

I wondered what

it wanted.

Soon it

left,

lured

away

and astray

by another

  who must have wanted to keep things moving. 

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When Nothing Happens

On days when nothing

happens, the sun still rises

and sets, the roots still

 grow beneath our grounded feet

and our hearts still keep their beat.

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Haiku Light

When sunlight falls on

water-drenched trees, days start with

a wink and sparkle.

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Light Suggestion

A slowly changing

quality of light – not yet

bright, but brighter than

before – leaves us hoping for

even brighter tomorrows.

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Out Of The Silence

A stack of pages

torn from magazines, arranged

like an hour glass –

a strange image arising

out of the silence

as I contemplate the word

“complete”- the image

itself  a mixed metaphor

so much like life itself.

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