As with the Morning Glory, so with you.
Bloom today. Next week won’t do.
Some say there are some birds
that can’t fly,
but since all living things
come with invisible wings,
Hope may spring eternal but it’s knowing that soothes the Soul and allows for growing.
Most days it does n’t pay to say
What would you, God, have me do this day?
Free-will doesn’t come with instructions on how to whine and blame God and others for our fanciful failures and our self-indulgent druthers.
What’s that you ask ?
Why do I talk so much of Trees?
They never bow to the Forest
or bend and live on their knees.
We love Walt because he sang to us of Soul.
But for those dark places in the human mind we turn to Poe
This moment of grace. This sacred hour.
A mission met. Poetry power.
Longings are OK as long as they
don‘t cripple our ability to make a Now day.
Hope may spring eternal
but it’s sweat that puts wings on dreams.
The Part and the Whole are equally essential.
One may be a gold pen but there is much value in a plain pencil.
By Elizabeth Andrews