no matter where you are…

Love towers over happiness I think

Granting us peace…

And, we are called to believe in it…

A pure gentleness that we cannot always see with our eyes

But must trust with our heart

Even when it is not carved in marble and permanent before us like Michelangelo’s David.

If you are next to me and I close my eyes…you disappear from my sight.

Love tells me that you are still with me in the deepest ways,

Whether you are my child, my parent, my friend or my love.

No matter where you are…

You, are in my heart.

I could be very wrong… but,

This earthly life seems so very short and odd in the great scheme of love and eternity.

We must simply do the best we can with the One moment that is in front of us.

When the next one comes…then, we will face it.

Sometimes, it takes time to know what something will be.

We don’t like to wait.

We want our quarter for the ice cream truck right this second,

Running to the street begging him to stop and let us have the creamy cold delight.

We run after him because we fear that we will never see him again.

We cannot spend our lives running in fear of not having,

Anymore than we can spend them eating nothing but ice cream…

That, would leave us with a brain freeze

“Ain’t nobody got time for that!” giggles…

Far better to trust…

That you have a quarter in your pocket…

That he will stop for you…

That there is plenty of ice cream…

And, it shall be quite…

lovely…

****

ellie894 July 2018

Nothing really…

What have you done today?

Nothing really

The day that wasn’t …

Well…

 I began with coffee in my favorite cup (the one you gave me) in the dark of the morning kitchen. The glow of a lamp while reading the words of one fairly gone from this world.

 I sent off some thoughts to here and to there. Most of them, probably delivered but unreturned. Except one who gracefully wishes me well even though I know she’d like to be in her own morning kitchen with her own cuppa. 

Here comes the day with music and sharing… laughter and sadness. My story of yellow.  I should really write that down. 

 I felt the threat of the thunder deep in my heart as my friends gathered closer up under my feet.  Safe from their fears of the crack in the sky. 

Simple food. Simple day. 

The gentle hum of football in the background. 

I walked in the forest still dripping with rain. Magically quietly clearing my cobwebs away.  Shiny leaves and tiny stirrings.  No one but me.  And my furry friends recovered from fear.  And the smallest toads crossing our path.  Hurry now.  Move fast.  

 I prayed. 

I cleaned and I froofed at this and at that. I even fed Fred the small tiny cat.

 I wandered my thoughts and wrote some of them down. The day that was yesterday. Trees that break down. 

 So many good writers with such grand things to say. I cried as I wondered why anyone would take time to care what’s in my heart. 

Just imagine – Steinbeck and Alcott and Miss Emily D writing and writing with no one to see. No social media. No immediacy. Would even they be overwhelmed and overlooked in an age such as this. But on they kept.  so I shall as well. Never to be them.  Only to be me.

At times I felt large enough. Other times small. 

A cookie. Another. And another…too many?  It’s all good.

I thanked God for the soft gray skies and a belly of rain. My lake will be filled! My fish will be happy! My morning glories will bloom! 

 Not mine. None of it mine. All His.

Whir of the fan. Soap bubbles at dusk.  Soon I’ll have pjs and pillows… and that’ll be grand.

 A word from afar.  A question from you.  my sweet sister.  And this my reply.  

What have I done today?  

Nothing really.