Tag: expressionism

It’s that time of year again

Drinking hot chocolate

Eating candy

Throwing snowballs

Carving pumpkins

Making Christmas wishes

Decorating cookies

Riding sleds downhill

Creating a snowman

Wearing costumes

Eating turkey with all the fixings

Happy holidays!

Hand gliding across the sky,

I look down at trees, lakes and people.

I see them from up here like I would

Looking down at ants in an anthill.

They seem to move slower than ants do.

I turn my head to the side and realize

There is someone else in the sky nearby,

Hand gliding just like me.

I would wave, but I’m afraid

To take my hand off the handle bar,

Because I don’t want to lose control.

So many of us are in this same

Predicament.

We are enjoying ourselves,

Sometimes,

But we suffer and let others suffer

Because we are afraid to loosen our grip

On things in our lives,

Most of which we believe keeps us happy,

And share a moment with others,

Even neglecting to acknowledge others’

Presence in passing,

Designating it as unimportant or too risky.

How silly.

Dreaming of another world,

Without the need for blood.

Spirit pulses

Like water in the ocean,

Tossing souls up and down,

Waves of energy crest and lower

Into valleys of electricity.

Power in another dimension

Pushes against

An ever-present collection

Of hearts and minds

Bouncing through time

On a lonely Earth,

Yearning for connection.

The chaos of life

Wound tightly in a coil,

Springs up and out

With each wish or curse,

Promising a change in fate,

Or maybe a repetition.

Without reason,

The jester tosses the dice.

Crying inside a hug,

We hold each other tightly.

Yesterday has left us

Without another loved one.

Soon the pain will wane,

Oh, but not completely.

Memories stay with us.

Time sifts the remains.

We have loved so deeply

Those that have passed on.

Behind there is a shadow

Of the spirit that lives on.

We still sense the power

Of their supernatural presence.

We still treasure time,

Lost in all the busyness.

Our grasp on them will loosen,

Leaving them to be free,

Without the bonds of the temporary,

Or the hurt of humanity.

They will no longer have to wait

For good to come their way.

The beauty of heaven and earth

Surrounds them every day.

And now upon reflection

We can see the beauty too.

We’re blessed with a revelation

And a peace is born anew.