Ode For A Heavy Load

Our Father which art in heaven,hallowed be thy name, Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth, as it is in heaven. Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory, forever and ever, Amen

Dear _____, I’m told the “time is near”. “They” say the “days are numbered.” I don’t see a new day dawning. I see a continuation of what is. Today I see too much neglect, self-indulgence. I see governments that do not represent their people. I see too many attacks from the dark-side. Attack on. I’ll be the same. I have no choice.

I thought I'd check the mail again. There's too much sadness going around. I'm even hit with reality that I'll be sad, alone, as I watch the world go by. It seems anyway. Some people can't live a short time with loneliness. I've lived twenty lifetimes with loneliness. I should be able to write a big poem about loneliness. Perhaps I started on it 50 years ago.

I hear Bruce Springsteen-
"When I see her walking with him, down a long strand,
I wish I were blind, when I see you with your man."

Unchained Grace wants to help so many. I do hope UG sees some light.
It's a bit gray right now. There are so many causes.

I want to help. I heard a call, felt a push, sensed a tug, to find something I lost and listen to what God wants.
Race day doesn't reflect how good a cyclist I am.
My possessions don't reflect how I've worked.
My day to day loneliness feels so unnatural.
I keep putting up one brick at a time hoping I'm building a good wall.
I keep planting trees hoping to see a forest.
The promise is I will see the wall and the trees.
The writing on the wall says- not in this life.
I'm planting trees I'll never see. Someone else will enjoy the trees and the wall. I’m glad for that.
I guess I wish I didn't hear the promise of the fruit of my service.
I need to ignore the promise. I'm not sure where it comes from anymore.
I'll carry on as if there isn't a promise.

There's more to life than me.
I just hear me too loudly right now.
There are too many hurdles to hurdle and too many hoops to jump through.
It's useless, yet, I'll jump and fricken jump.

Too many hopes slammed against the rocks.
I'm okay. I'm just thinking about when I was alive.
That's a favorite expression of mine. I never was alive.
I've given joy, I'm told. Joy is like mercury.
Thanks for reading. I'm sorry I'm listening to me right now.
I'll drop me soon enough. I'll check the mail once again, check the latest hub, then go to dreams again. Maybe I'll dream of hugging my daughter as I did waking up this morning.
Later, Micky Dee

God: Yo Micky, slow down I need to speak to you.

Micky: Yes Lord? What would you like for me to do?

God: I’d like for you sit and write another ode.

Write one for people who carry too large a load.

Micky: Are you sure Lord I don’t feel qualified.

God: Go ahead start writing. Have I ever lied?

Micky: Forgive me, I hope You don’t mind if I ask,

Do You really think I’m up to this task?

If I must say this doesn’t seem the time.

Could it be another day for me to write this rhyme?

God: Just stop what you’re doing we’ll take a walk.

It’s a bit important that we have this talk.

Let’s take this trail that goes down by the creek.

Sit on the bank, lean back on the tree, and I’ll continue to speak.

Just close your mouth and open your mind.

Release yourself from the daily grind.

There will be other days to be on your knees.

Just feel the breeze and the sway of the trees.

I know you care and desperately want things be fair.

Don’t add more weight to what is already there.

Remember these words “Be still and know.

Change what you can and let the rest go."

There are millions of problems in hundreds of nations.

There are billions of souls behind billions of faces.

I send prophet after prophet with the true solution,

But even scientists don’t believe in evolution.

The hardest riddles can be easy to solve.

If true human beings will truly evolve.

Don’t make problems complex when they’re really simple.

Each individual is my holy temple.

Do not hate. Do not desecrate.

Do create, elate, appreciate, and elevate.

Don’t use my son as a tool and think you’re cool.

If you love my son then you practice the Golden Rule.

Once again allow Me to take everyone to school,

Nobody will see me unless they practice the Golden Rule!

Remember these words “Be still and know.

Change what you can and let the rest go."