The Secret Places of God
Bluer Than Blue (Start Pavarotti Here)
It was one of those
You know, the kind that
Happens after a clouded,
Overcast, gray season of rain
You thought it would be that way for a while
And then this day happens…
Bluer than blue skies because of the
Contrast of majestic white sculpted cloud
With enough shadows in their valleys to render
Them stark against the primary blue
The air, clean & charged and full of the freshest of fresh smells
The kind that needs the best music
The Puccini or Romanza
Something that is as lofty as the skies are beautiful
The kind of day you want to plunge into with all your senses
The kind you change into comfortable, expendable clothes
Because you know this day will definitely rub off on you
And you wouldn’t have it any other way….
You could garden on a day like this
You could probe the secret places of God
You could call the best friend, the closest relative
You could make something on a day like this
You could write
You could embrace away the failures of other days and
Spring clean it new, chock full of hope
You don’t just smile on a day like this
It starts deep inside and spreads like
An avalanche, carrying an irrepressible joyous glow
That is more than the light in your eyes and the up turn of your lips
You meet this day on its own terms, nothing held back, accepting, full
Brim full and contagious with a life we rarely let out
But a day like this…..
Oh watch out world, I could squeeze you too hard on a day like this
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