A Bird The Other Day

I was watching a bird the other day
And saw something that made me stray
Off the hard beaten track I am so wont to tread.

It wasn't really the bird that made me pause,
But the trees around the sunlit ground
That swayed and sung
The Song they constantly sing.

But it wasn't the trees that caused my feet
To slip and me to fall
Maybe it was the tossed ball
Thrown by a tiny little child across the street.

But even then, as I lay, aching on the sunlit ground
It might have bumblebee
So jolly in his way
Who labored on in the lengthening afternoon
And caused my feet to stray.

But as my wide eyes followed the bee's haphazard path
They lit upon a sight they rejoiced to see.

It wasn't the bird that made me stray
Off the hard beaten track I am so wont to tread,
It was the beat of the slow turning earth
That rumbled in time with time.

The warm afternoon so captured my soul,
That it wasn't the bird that made me stray:
It was wonder at this wonderful day.

Time

The Man with clocks in his eyes came to me

He streamed tears of blood and smiled at me

“Time!” He sobbed, “no time to play.”

The man with clocks in his eyes staggered down the street

Unaware that his body was dying and couldn’t carry on.

He looked straight ahead and didn’t stop to smile

And the people with sunshine in their eyes recoiled

for the man with clocks in his eyes couldn't see the passing time.

The Man with clocks in his eyes

Heard the bells of a new age dawning

Heard them tolling into his ears.

The man with clocks in his eyes heard the bells tolling

And the man--

Just a man, after all,

Curled up in the gutter.

The man with clocks in his eyes cried out for help

He sobbed tears of blood that marked his cheeks with helplessness.

The man with clocks in his eyes

Cried into his suit

The perfect black tie

And shiny black shoes.

The man with clocks in his eyes finally knew

His eyes, so perfect, he thought,

Couldn’t

See

Time.

What If

It's the end. Again. 

Fancy that! 

Sometimes I think...

I think...

Think I, 

That it never ends.

That I have wasted half my life

In comfort and complacency.

I worry that,

Think I,

That I will not rise to the challenge,

When the time comes.

Think I, these things. 

I, a worrier, will never restful be, 

Unless the peace of God

Be in me. 

What if!

What if, 

Think I,

What if!

What if the earth comes crashing down!

What if I shame myself!

What if I did something wrong!

What if, if, if,

IF the sky were to fall, could I hold it by thought?

IF I a mistake did make,

Could I then, by turning my thoughts backward,

Change the past?

IF I had done differently, Think I. 

What if is a disease

That preys on the roiling mind

That preys on my joy.

What if,

What if I, 

Think I,

Chose to 

What if the if away?

What if I,

Stopped iffing and put

the f on faith instead?

What if?

What if I stopped iffing and listened to the truth around me. 

Think I, these things.