This Day


Joy in the small things
Choas flows through
Cracks
Don't look away
Or let it steal your sight
In lines
On your face

Little things 
For me
Big things at times
Mysteries
Precious things
Just things

Ego death in the whirlwind
Big boys
Big balls
Moving fast 
Breaking things
No stopping the storm

The storm will break
In time
Just time
On mountains 
Crawl out
See light
Over and again
Always
Silver linings
Son again

Here 
Now
Sleeping sometimes
Push through
Striving
Hands full
Knowing time
Time to put down
Put To ground
Time to pick back up again

So many made things
Made meaning
Made God
Made a world
Unmaking
The unmaking
The Truths therein

Poetry for the poignant
Words for small humans
Craft for the making
Fire for the tales told
A smile in the evening
Footsteps
Notes
Flavors 
Threads

Dancing lights
So silent
Quiet night
Always turning
Pages
Always turning
Wheels

Go
Go 
Go
Stop
Go 
Go
Go dog go
Words for kiddos
Time well spent

Words for you
Words for me
And no words
Just the serene silence
That lives 
That breathes 
Between


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