Needs, Wants, Desires:

sometimes they’re synonymous.

Often, though, they’re not.

~

 Our needs are simple,

but we are not and that’s where

the problem begins.

These hot July days

don’t feed my spirit or warm

my soul. They just burn me up.

~

Not so long ago,

we lamented winter’s chill

and wished, fervently,

for heat.

Each day may we pause

long enough to look around,

sing a silent song of thanks.

~

The slow dance in best

swaying oh so sweetly to

broken radios.

Guests from distant lands

remind us that our fellowship

transcends all earthly boundaries.

~

 These united states

of fellowship connect us

to ourselves and each other.

Staring long into

that dark, bottomless, abyss,

willing thoughts to manifest…

~

It’s every writer’s

fate to sit at that abyss

and wait, and wait and…

The day got away

and my mind fled town. What can

be done, my fine son?

~

Revel in the likes

bestowed on our empty page;

our fine wordless poetry.

Alone in the dark,

he cries out for relevance,

love, being unfamiliar.

~

Dark nights of the soul

make us painfully aware

of the depth of our longing.

Screwtape Letters comes

to an unplanned, prolonged pause.

Was it the devil’s doing?

~

Tempting the saintly:

this surprise intermission

may lead some to the snack bar.

Must unexpected

contact always engender

caution, distrust, suspicion?

~

The way we react

to the unexpected, can

tell us much about ourselves.