Opportunities/Barriers

I wake up the next morning and I think,

“Dang, I should have gone.”

We skip out of opportunities

because we are lazy, afraid, indecisive

We tell ourselves that another opportunity just like it will come

But how do we know?

Lord, give the discernment to cut through my own barriers

and take a chance on life,

especially in this season of rebirth.

The People Want to Sing

The people are leading now,

with their voices,

They don’t needed to be steered,

forcibly guided by instrumentation.

I set my guitar down and sing with them,
the sensation is like setting my bare feet

in a cool stream,

I can feel my soul revived,
flowing downward for miles and miles

Until we finally meet the sea,
become one, evaporate

and ascend into the heavens
to sing once more.

Always in Motion

“This is my first time flying,” says the child, to the woman beside him.

“How exciting! How old are you?” she says.

“Five. How old are you?” he says.

“Old enough,” she says.

She takes out a set of pencils and a therapeutic coloring book.

“Would you like to color?”

The boy looks to his sister, who gives him the okay.

He colors. The plane takes off. He squims.

“I don’t like roller coasters,” he says.

The woman leans in.

“Neither do I,” she says.

The plane levels out.

“Do you have any children?” says the boy.

“Two,” she says, “my son is picking up from the airport.”

She digs through her carry-on.

“He wrote a book.”

The boy looks at the cover, which is in Greek.

“Does he speak a foreign language?” he says.

“No,” she says, “it’s from the Bible. It means masterpiece. We all are God’s masterpiece, see?”

She reads him the first page.

“Oh,” he says. “I know all about God. Mom takes us to church Wednesdays and Sundays. Dad is too busy. He has to work. We’re flying out to see him. He lives in North Carolina now.”

“I bet it will be good to see him,” says the woman, “I haven’t seen my son in some time, either.”

“Why’s that?” he says.

“Sometimes, people move away,” she says. “But we still love them anyway.”

“Yes, that’s true,” he says.

He colors. She reads. They touch down.

Moments of connect, then distance. A Universe shrinking and expanding, but always in motion.

Baggage Claim

“Unbelievable,” she said.

I saw those bright red pants pacing back and forth through the lobby.

“Do you work here? Do you work here? Do you WORK here?” she said, to everyone in uniform, accosting them if they gave her any time of day at all. “I need help for my friend, she’s in a wheelchair.”

Later, the flight arrived, and an employee wheeled the woman’s friend down to the baggage claim.

Pants hugged and kissed her friend. They headed out the door.

Meanwhile, I’m still waiting for my luggage. We all have baggage, you know.

Multifaceted You

Don’t tell yourself you’re changing

Not counting a serious life event,

you’ll always be you.

The expression may change and that’s it.

Just have fun.

And if you ever tell yourself I’ve got nothing to offer,

refer back to the first segment.

And play around with it!

The expression of your unique combination of genes

and experiences may astound even you.