Underneath the star filled morning
As adults play hopscotch and bid adieu to their worries
I sit on the crest of the water
Strumming a melody on my stringless guitar.
While in the midst of the quietness
Butterflies weep and dandelions dance away
All of my loneliness.
As I glance around
I see a man try to walk on his hands
And not his faith.
He falls every time.
I see a blind child lead her friend
Across the narrow path.
I see a two backed beast in quite a predicament
For a moment’s vanity.
With eyes wide open, I dream a dream
Of an old man giving instruction to the meek
On how they ought to split their inheritance.
Through death life is given
“Life is a symphony
And I’m not afraid.”
[Poem #11 of 30. Image by caese via Flickr and a Creative Commons License.]
[Of note: The line, “life is a symphony and I’m not afraid” was told to my friend Nathan and I back in 1999 by a homeless gentleman as we waited at the bus stop in front of the mall for the afternoon bus.]