Horizons

I suppose,
We will always have horizons
Beyond which
We cannot see, yet.

But, I suppose,
We will keep trying.

Hope is Blue

Hope is blue
Revealed as grey clouds
Break apart.

Hope is green
Grass poking up
Through the melting snow.

Hope is yellow
a goldfinch hunting
for seeds in my garden.

Hope is red
glowing in the east
before dawn.

Hope’s smiling
In your eyes
Looking at me now.

Koi

I wonder,
As I watch you swimming in the pool,
What dream is this?
Is it yours.
As you float in the water
That is your home,
Your world?
Or is it mine,
As I stand here held down
Upon the earth by gravity,
Watching and wondering
What you are,
And how it all seems to you.

Thoughts on a Cold Day in May

I put aside my books
And look out my window
To watch an oriole in my garden
I note the grey clouds
And the light rain falling again
So cold for this time of year.

I smile at my judgement
As if I had ordered this weather
And got the wrong one
And would send it back.

I know it doesn’t work like that.
Everything is what it it is,
And everything is a gift
Or a curse. I see both ways.
I put on a sweater
And plan for the summer
I still believe is coming.

Anchors

What anchors me?  What holds me still in a tumultuous world?  Where is the foundation that I can build my faith and my life? 

I believe that my anchors are Jean, my wife, my children and my family.  Then there is here and now, my home, my garden, my daily experiences.

I have never claimed to be right, only to be myself with my own views.  I am sorry that I am not more vocal, and hide my thoughts from too many others that I love.  I just don't want to have to defend my feelings and thoughts from the arguments of others.  I don't want to disappoint or hurt anyone if I tell them that I am an anarchist, or an agnostic.  So. I keep everything pretty close, quiet, and to myself.

If I change my mind, I don't think I have failed, but have re-examined the evidence and reasoning of new ideas.  Maybe I don't need anchors as much as I need a sea worthy vessel and well maintained sails.   And, maybe I need to launch myself into space, escaping Earth's gravity altogether!