Questions

Once in awhile, something happens,

Someone comes into your life.

You see him with different eyes,

Eyes you have ever used before.

Colors are brighter, lights are lighter

Everything around you has an aura.

Nothing is as it once was

All is old, but new again.

Rain is refreshing, sunlight is brighter

Grass is greener, its smell: sweeter.

Things that bothered you before

Are now really quite tolerable.

Things that merely made you happy

Now make you incredibly joyful.

Have you changed yourself?

Or did his presence change you?

Or has the truth just awakened

Your sleeping heart?

Does it matter what happens next?

Or can you be content with today’s joy?

Can you be who you really are,

Once you see who he really is?

Do you need to see the future?

Or can you be content with today?

Spring….

Winter’s pale, dark days have given way

To the joys of Spring, once again.

Frigid Arctic cold has retreated

Now blustery winds blow puffy clouds around.

Melting snows provide the thirsty ground

With nourishment.

Flowers bloom, against all odds.

Events that caused such discomfort

Give way to things that now delight.

Dark, shivering cold reluctantly gives way

To golden sunshine and all things bright.

Renewed, refreshed, revitalized, reborn

From Winter’s death, we have arisen,

To walk along the garden path,

Taking time to smell the roses

As we pass by.

Life is full of seasons, too…

Just like each calendar year.

As one time gives way to another,

We look back at memories made,

And ahead with a heart full of hope.

Stay, my friends, on the garden path,

Don’t give in to the slippery slope.

Some say we should heed Nature’s call.

A Chance Encounter: Chapter 7

“Hi, Seth! Sorry I missed you! Call me when you get a chance”
Why would he want to call Natalie? Erase.
“Seth? It’s Annie. I’ll try again later.”
No number to call, no real message, just more waiting.

And more waiting. Until midnight waiting.
The phone didn’t ring at all waiting.
Not even telemarketers waiting.
He went to bed feeling defeated.

Tuesday night, rush home from work.
Take the stairs instead of the elevator.
Avoid Mrs. Thompson.
Is there a blinking light?

“Hello, Seth? It’s Annie.
I’ll be at the bookstore tonight doing inventory.
If you want, you can come down and we’ll talk.”
If I want? If I want? He thought to himself as he went out the door.

The bookish man had a name, Mr. Langston,
And he smiled as he let Seth in the locked door.
“She’s upstairs” he said as he nodded in the direction of the stairs.
Seth couldn’t get there fast enough.

“Annie? Where are you?”
“Over here” came her sweet voice from behind a stack of boxes.
“What’s going on?” he knew he asked too urgently.
After all, they were just acquaintances.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, betraying his genuine concern.
“Oh, yes, I am. Sarah was sick.”
Lost, he asked the obvious: “who is Sarah?”
Annie looked at him pleadingly: “I have so much to tell you, and so much to do here tonight.”

“Okay” he replied. “If I help you tonight, will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?”
“Oh Seth, I can’t, I have to go home right after work.”
He felt his temperature rising, he didn’t understand
And he didn’t like what was happening.

They worked nearly silently for the next three hours.
Slowly, efficiently inventorying the books in the boxes.
It was not what he had in mind but, he was grateful.
After all, he just wanted to be with her.

Another One For My Somebody...

Where did he go? My elusive Love?
He was sent to me by the stars above.
Did he leave? And set me free?
Or is he coming back to me?

I feel the sun, it warms my skin
And feeds my happy heart within.
The gentle breeze blows my hair
And breathes new life, everywhere.

Flowers blooming, their scent so sweet
Green blades of grass tickle my feet.
The babbling brook, such a gentle noise;
Horses running, with grace and poise.

Spring is coming, I feel it in the air,
And My Love is with me, everywhere.
He never left me, never went away
He gave to me this glorious day

To share with him, and feel his Love
Til sunset comes, and stars twinkle above.
So far, far away, he is from me
But here in my heart, he’ll always be.