Coming My Way

Once upon a time I wound up in a windmill. It was a tall wind mill that whooshed every time a blade went by as I peered out the window, out the window taking in the deep golden aura of the sun as it set off in the distance sinking into a golden ocean of shimmering water teeming with thousands and thousands of tiny fish swimming around for their lives as schools of giant predator fish swam up from the depths to forage for their nightly meal in the hopes of satiating their hunger. It was hunger that they could not control, barely even knew it was there, just driven by a non-feeling compulsion to swim for the surface for no conscious reason, just swim with gaping open mouths to take in whatever might come their way. Some times life seems like I'm just going along with whatever comes may way.

I Am But a Child

I am but a child
A child with much too learn.
A child that refuses to learn.

A child that knows the answers.
A child that doesn't understand.

A child that is nothing without God.
A child that is everything with God.

A child forever more and again.
A child just wanting to be a child.

A child forever in need of mercy.
A child in longing for forgiveness.

A child in peace at home with God,
safe within the love of God.

I am but a child.

Daze

There was a boy, a very pretty boy who saw nothing but that was in his head. It danced; it played; it never went around so much as in a daze. The daze was high; the daze was low. It went 'round and 'round about so much it spun around his head. It was such a pretty sight, that very pretty little boy. The daze was him, and they were one. The daze is all and all are one. We're such a very pretty thing, all of us in all our heads. We're never alone; we always have the ones we love. They're in our heads; we keep them there. They guide our thoughts along our paths. The paths we choose are never bound by those we love. They guide us in our thoughts but we can choose to go our way. The way is ours to guide and turn; it's there for us to find our daze, the daze that's all we have our own. The daze is who we are, it's what we are for all in all.