...The Way We Are ~ Taken For Granted...
Through the gray-blue skies
Through the white remains
Blocked in with yellow alongside
Just when you think the clouds
Will release their rains,
the blue prevails after only a few drops
It seems to be a test of your faith.
What will you do and say
When the rains are turned away?
The rain you both loved and loathed.
Never curse the weather
Ever
For it is a gift of cleansing
Of healing
Growing
Changing
Delaying
Postponing
Saving
It is the very storm
That breaks the patterns
Of negativity
Of the sodden heart
And the renewal within
Is discovered
When was the last time
The power went out
And everything you needed
Was suddenly
taken
For Granted?
What about the gray evening
When the warm breezes
Brushed your hair across your forehead?
The feather floating
And laying before you
Dances away
Are the winds not the songs
Of Angels?
The breath of God
And all the invisible souls?
Nothing matters
Nothing that you or I believe
Matters
When it is all taken
For Granted.
The birds speak to each other
Their unborn fragile babies
Listen along
There is life all around you
All within you
Still alive in full force
As you choose a patch of grass
As you curse a swatch of time
You sit and wonder
How much
You have wasted
A tiny wet kiss on your cheek
From a child
Or a hug that spans into eternity
All taken
For Granted
A millionaire, alone
No consolation can he buy
Still purchasing the affections
Comes easily to him
It’s all he’s got left
Taken
For Granted
Sunset
Sunrise
Clear Night
Moonlit Skies
Self Love in a lightning storm
Heaven scrolls back
Reveals the landscape
Of Eternity
Forever
Taken
For Granted
