Friday, January 5, 2018

of fairy sprites and zephyrs




life on pause

again today

and in the early
gazing down
at the tundra
from a window high
marveling
at so much white
covering
like icing
thick on a cake

and then
zephyrs of snow
jumping high
swirling
like fairy sprites
escaping
if just for a moment
seemingly
laughing at us
and at the day
and the cold

but for me

no slopes to slalom
no skates to lace
just time

life on pause

and reveling in it
like a cat 
in winter sunshine

drinking in beauty
being at rest

routine shattered
in a million pieces
like icicles
when they fall

and for those
fortunate enough

today

an opportunity
to slow
in a world
making busy a trophy

hitting reset
jettisoning chores
responsibility
and the routine of daily
with hilarity

unflustered by it all

and in the wake
of this decision
the unloading of guilt

much-needed rest
and quiet even

to savor a new year

to reboot

because
owning our lives
getting perspective
part of the struggle

and time put on hold
in tandem with
an Abba Father
reminding

glory

always seeping through
all the cracks
of this broken world

beauty being unfolded
like an exquisite snow-covered morning

and a day 
on pause

reminding


 

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

despite the bruising

 
 
 
there it is
on a day
full of gray

the sun
failing to sparkle
to fill with warmth
and the happy
we chase

clouds scuttling
fast and furious
across a landscape

and behind
a window

a canvas
and an easel
standing ready
to capture
this story
in shades
of swirling silvers
and grays
and
incandescent
light

dipping a brush
into melancholy
a day crushing
with the weight
of exquisite

in seeing light
more like
a pearl
seeping through
the barrage
of dark

and reminded

many hearts
fragile today
and
emotions swirling too
because
stories broken
and the fiber
of feel good
missing
like the sun

and in looking
through
that window

a masterpiece
starring back
at me

because

despite
the bruising
from a world
aching
so full of scarcity
and longing
the not enough
catching breaths
and deflating lives
in the lack

there really is

beauty

and a purpose
to our lives

in these days
both sun-filled
and not

if we but look

and pausing
to look beyond

into the mystery
of Glory
showing up
all the time

there it is