I went to an art exhibit with my friend, Brian.
The artist took pictures of large groups of people
from a helicopter.
Inevitably, patterns emerge,
just in the movement of people.
From afar, just as up close, we are works of art,
from concept to design to finished product,
heart, mind, and soul.
Do we have the eyes to see, the ears to hear
the will to believe so?
I’ve been on the inside. I’ve been on the out.
Let me tell you this:
That golden veneer, it’s only that.
Inside, it’s we’re all cracked,
we have all the same wear and tear.
And that ugly mask? the hideous shadow?
it hides a heart of gold.
We are all complex beings,
having both the divine and the grotesque inside us.
Will we dare to get to know each other enough,
to see both and still love?
We sit in the tea shop. Jeremy reflects on his mission trip and the vacation that followed.
“It’s funny,” he said, “when I went to Kentucky, I wondered what I would do there, and they told me ‘just be.’ When I went to Hawaii, I was searching for a feeling, and missed all the wonderful things I did.”
Life isn’t one thing or the other. Every situation calls for a different response. The trick is to listen, to be present, and let God instruct us on the specific way we should go.
I see you smile at me after our hug
a true warmth glinting in your eyes
My lips betray me, saying, “time to go,”
When now I desire to stay much longer.
“I’m polyamorous,” he said, smoking his cigarette.
“Meaning?” I said.
“I love many people. I don’t know how anybody can love just one,” he said.
He exhaled and watched the smoke rise.
“My best friends is going away,” he said, “not forever, but for a long time. I hope she’ll be happy.”
We leaned against the adjacent wall.
I imagined he did know how to love just one, and did. But who am I to know anything?
It is fun to be the fanciest fish in the pond,
but as time passes and you find yourself in bigger bodies
in river and lakes, even oceans-
you discover that there are fishes equally fancy as you,
and they too were once the fanciest,
so you all have to learn to coexist,
to compliment one another rather than challenge,
for this world, as large as it is,
remains at the same time very small,
whatever you put into the waters-
love or hate, strife or support-
will inevitably come back around.
So, play well and keep on swimming,
my fancy fish friend.
They say we live in darker times,
but… it’s Spring! the sun is shining,
and I am happy.
Maybe now we can forget the things of
winter, to allow our minds time to reset.
Let us contemplate the yellow daffodils of friendship.
May they bud and blossom in our hearts, minds, and souls.