If I can’t be the things I want to be,
I’m not sure I want to be.
Ah yes, a dilemma for many years now.
That ballerina dream faded
and nothing else really appeals.
Nothing. So the task is to keep ego quiet
and just do what God wants done —
stick around on this earth for as long
as God so ordains, though all seemed
finished years ago. There are other plans
unknown but no less real. Indeed more real:
Dedicate yourself to sharing Peace, Love,
and Light in small ways each day.
All sorts of random memories
come like brief snapshots from a movie.
Just a scene not the whole story.
Never any sound. Just something I see.
Never any intense emotions.
Without warning for a couple years
and I’m still not sure why.
Perhaps tiny pearls from meditation.
The boring board meeting drug on
and drug on and drug on.
People wondered when the power point
presentation would EVER end.
Suddenly a loud clap of thunder
sounded and the whole room went dark
except for the screen which read:
When the lights came on again
the presenter was nowhere to be found.
“Better is one day in Your courts
than a thousand elsewhere;
I would rather be a doorkeeper
in the house of my God
than dwell in the tents of the wicked.”
Powerful glimpses of beautiful creation
from God’s intention and view,
but then winding, rocky paths gouged
by human minds and hands.
A moment of intense ecstasy at night
means daytime dirt seems a bit cleaner.
Yes, a tiny kiss of God is infinitely
more delicious than anything else.