An Alternate Reality

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Perspective


When even the rainbow colors are merely shades of gray,
I know it is only my dark glasses.

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The Valley of Despair


Lost
in a twilight world
where memories and reality overlay,
 
I walk in a fog of pointlessness
uncaring where I go
or what I do.
 
Mountains loom on either side
and close up behind me as I go,
forcing me forward, ever forward.
 
But to where?
Why?
What does it matter?
 
Still, I go.

In the Silence


In the silence
            there is nothing
            and everything.
In the silence
            Divine Breath speaks
            by saying nothing at all.
In the silence
            all things drift away
            and yet the emptiness is full.
In the silence
            I find myself
            by losing myself.
All there is,
            all there will ever be, already exists
            in the silence.

The Hope of Hope





How does that Paul Simon song go?
“When you’re weary, feeling small,
When tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all.”
 
That is hope
for a better day.
 
But, when no one is there
to dry your tears,
and no one notices
how weary you are,
 
then all you are left with
is the hope of hope.

Unplanned Detours

Each unplanned detour
allows me to
view life
from a different angle.

Spring Rain

See the saturated clouds
flinging off their excess
so they can float
freely in the heavy air.

See the mighty maple
casting off its seedling bundles,
weak and hearty alike
given to their fate and the will of God.

See the timid chipmunk
scurrying out of the downspout
finally realizing
that its safe, warm nest is not the shelter it sought.

See me, discovering some hidden bravery,
throwing off my winter of angst
and allowing myself to bask in the joy
of the spring rain.

Surrender

How do I surrender to change?
Inevitable
Relentless
Disheartening

How do I let go of fear,
to see the possibility
and beauty
that may come?

Like spring leaves
Like greening grass
Like downy bunnies
Like returning songbirds

My broken heart,
surrounded by the thin mesh fibers
of hope and joy,
holding it together,

how can I trust it?

How can I not?