John and Lisa's Blue Skies Blog – Soaring with God

Your third eye can tell you why.
It won’t lie, but you must try!

This bright late summer
afternoon, my car parked
near the pond, I stroll
along the path past the resting
geese, not meaning to disturb
them. They move peacefully
aside as I continue on my way.
Along the far side of the pond
I’m stunned out of my inner
musings by loud honking…
Honk! Honk! Not of geese —
but of cars, their drivers
massively annoyed by geese
in the road, obstacles
in the way of work or money
or pleasure or amusement.
In my mind I hear the cursing
of nature going on in cars.
And the geese: They know
they can fly south now.

Have I anything left to share?
What else do I have to bare?
Do I really care?
Surely, I’m not really rare.
Why should I dare?
No one cares if it’s fair.
I’ll wind up somewhere.
I wonder what’s there.

“Submission to what people call their ‘lot’ is simply ignoble. If your lot makes you cry and be wretched, get rid of it and take another.” (Elizabeth von Arnim)

Women morph into doormats
encouraged to put others before themselves.
“If everyone did that, then the world would be a better place.”
A world filled with love and compassion, yes
where people are happy to serve others —
but guarding against being used and abused.
Depression waves its red flag for all
who bother to see, yelling:
“Stand up for yourself!” You have a right
to be respected as a human being with your own needs;
When you’re strong, healthy and (yes!) happy,
you bring light and love to the world in need.

Today, what mask will you wear?
What face will you share?
What part of your soul will you bare?
Do you even care?
We are one, so I won’t stare.

Sometimes I wake up feeling full of it.
Full of what?
I don’t know, but I’m full of it.

They’re bombing in Africa
from the sky and from the ground as we play
in our little corner of the Milky Way.
We’re voting in the U.S. of A.
as we play in our little corner of the Milky Way.
I fall to my knees and pray
in my little corner of the Milky Way.

I saw a butterfly flutter by and wondered why.

To hide from this brutal
world, I jam myself
into the corner of the room
where the two sturdy walls
meet, promising reliable
shelter while storms continue
to rage without and within.
Farther and farther into the corner
I am smashed, becoming smaller
but more real – dense – strong
as the walls themselves. Stronger:
A black hole, infinitely condensed.
Here I sit waiting, forgetting
to breathe for millennia, anticipating
the much-desired explosion birthing
brilliant new worlds, billions
of whole babies nursing on love, proving
that Love is stronger than death.

Is there other life out there?
Where — In our little corner of the Milky Way.

Why do you care?
Maybe they know something we don’t,
Like What — how to kill better, or
how to live better.

So what can we do about our little corner of the Milky Way?
Pray