A Thought for the Morning.

The sound of the keys,
gently pressed to create,
           grounding sounds and rhythm.
Calms my mind,
engaging my heartbeats.
Soft yet strong,
the melodies of existence.
Up and down,
           like life.
Never ceases to
           be wonderful.

He says.

All I can hear all day

are the sounds of my music,

singing psalms.

And the occasional whispers

of the blowing wind.

All this silence was

at first, confronting.

The realization of my dependence,

also yielded me

into easing to the rhythm of a graceful release.

In the moment we thought that

God is ever absent,

He is ever present and loud.

In all this stillness,

rest, He says.

Quiet;

be still,

He says.

In unison we stand down,

but only to our God Himself.

To again let Him run the notes and tunes;

all in His perfect synchrony.

The integration of His soul, to ours.

Yield,

surrender to His disruption.

Embrace His sweet cadence.

You’ll see,

your beautiful symphony is here.

In your quiet space:

listen,

He says.

Under the Disco Ball

It is in good solitude,

My pleasure lies.

In my long walks,

My soul liberated.

In my dimmed warmly lit room,

My place right.

But not for you,

You want everything;

All in the opposite styles.

Childlike,

Yet too serious.

Too serious,

Yet childlike.

This is the plain obvious

we stand on.

Through time,

Through experience,

Through love,

            

            We may collide again;

            Still never sure,

            But desires have won over fear.

Meanwhile,

Enjoy the crowd,

Sitting still,

Or dancing

Under the disco ball.