The breeze likes to gossip
And play with my hair
As droplets do tricks
Upon rocky stairs
Hear them whisper and complain
Like a chorus girl’s refrain
Windy days are for dancing
Like reeds and sand
Rainy days are for singing
Under blankets and cover bands
Air and Water
Avatars of change
Peacefully adapting
As earth and fire
Fall away
How do rocks go astray?
How do they crumble and erode?
Broken crags and fallen stones
Protect and hold on to
Cliffs and slippery slopes
In anxious absence
Flounder and fracture and fester in mold
These rocks break and they batter
Building upon buildings
Mountains and shrines
Dark fallen towers
Of forfeited godliness
If only rocks could speak,
If they could sing and skip
Upon the highways of life
Then silence wouldn’t be home to stony hearts
And narrow paths wouldn’t be so cold
Soft but sharp
The loss of unseen ground
The fallen whims of the living
Unbroken and upright
An invitation to surrender
Into a flinching embrace
The fabricated unawares
Of accosting pests
Makeshift bedding
Lost, lush decorations
of many colored leaves
Sunk and crushed
By unconscious feats
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I live in the tropics,
Barren of snow, full of Christmas spirit.
The sun, hot and humbling
Makes me thankful for the trees
Just shady plants, no shady plans,
The opposite of a busy bee.
I praise the Great Creator.
His Son, the savior from Man’s Fall.
I feel the palms surround me,
Flowers, grasses and vines abound
I remember His journey to Jerusalem,
His determined steps on sacred ground.
I adore the peace, the not so quiet,
The birds call and other ambient sounds,
The running water, the playful breeze,
Uncrowded delights, and time with family.
I live close to earthly paradise, here in the Philippines
But I await the one on the other side, I hear it’s Heavenly.
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