God's Parking Lot
pandora
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the old black garbage bag
moved speedily through the parking lot
seems to take on a life of it's own
rolling on the wind
it's path unknown except for the one watching
projecting the movement
anticipating it's end
not random at all and never against the wind
moved speedily through the parking lot
seems to take on a life of it's own
rolling on the wind
it's path unknown except for the one watching
projecting the movement
anticipating it's end
not random at all and never against the wind
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XLNT Pandi.
Godfather.
walk like a chicken...
bobbing heads!
fly together
park it in a space all their own
bobbing heads!
walk like a chicken ...
iridescent necks shimmer
blues purples reds
shiny in the noonday sun
bobbing heads!
walk like a chicken ...
fly and flock together
follow the leader friend or foe
heads a bobbin!
walk like a chicken ...
ever wonder why?
I did...
just to see around
trust to be around
Hold tight to last season's leaves, crinkled dried and brown.
Providing some shade in our winters dead,
soon will come spring, then they will shed.
For now they rustle, make shadows dance
and I can see your nest with a little chance ...
the breeze keeps tune, add a daytime moon.
Now sing my Robin, sing beneath ...
while I enjoy this from my ringside seat.
up up up
I leaned back to gaze out the sunroof into the very blue cloudless sky
cloudless
very blue sky, blue like the ocean, both reflecting each other
not an island in the ocean, not a cloud in the sky
Eddie's voice filled the car, reflecting God...
reflecting God.
his turn
always so angry.
Lady leaves the car first, arms folded
lovely, young, sad, betrayed.
Arms folded to hold in the tears
build a wall, a strong wall ...
betrayal.
Young man leaves the car,
head down, shuffles slowly
building the gap, growing the gap
fooling himself ...
letting her go...
betrayal.
God can you show him the way
young man hurries his pace
now running
makes it to the door first, opens it for his lady
his lady
open the door of love
shut the door on betrayal...
never to open again.
Mates for Life ... our winged friends,
a lesson we can take.
So sad to see only one
but
Sing for love
Sing through loss
Rejoice in God's Plan of Life
small steps of determination
As he came past our eyes would meet
each time with his wink
I smiled
He smiled
He wore a blue fisherman's hat
covered in buttons
His life on his hat
tall stories big catches
and those that got away
I imagined his life of small determined steps
and how now with each pass I was apart of it
The very elderly man jogged around my thoughts
for the day and still
Determined we are ...
God's Plan
hand in hand
they scurry together against the powerful wind
Little hand buried warmly within stronger wiser hand...
trusting.
Mommy...
protector, nurturer, confidant, role model, teacher,
comforter,
Love.
Creator ...
I have been in reflection lately, observing and connecting the dots
they seem to be spelling out GOD a lot lately
Hugs to you ...
God wants us to love each other unconditionally
Hey while you are here I like your poetry most especially 'Dust'
and I am also a believer in quiet
it's the only way to hear God in my head
old tunes change the day
take me back
making his tears all the more mine
Struggling to stay the adult
have an answer
the song continues and my heart breaks
just like when I was young
just like he's young
It matters not the words
I know they can't fix
I remember they don't fix
Matters not the love
I know it's not felt
I remember it can't be felt
I hold his sobs in my arms
'everything will be ok'
weak words
I remember
everything will not be ok
He walks away
his once strong frame so thin
his step once light
drags on
Oh I remember
when each move was an effort
Alone now sitting in the car
blackness all around
quiet
please help
I can be the miracle
take me
Next song up ...
I learn a lot interpreting others.
Spiritual creativity tells me it is not random this coming together and choosing
to learn... it is as fixed as a fast forward video of a street filled with people...
their paths intersecting.
trying to catch up to her big brother.
Pretty pink bows carefully placed in her hair match her pink high top tennies.
I think ...
pretty in pink head to toe.
She stops in front of my car to unwrap her candy.
Her pure white sweater contrasts her beautiful brown skin,
small hands delicately remove the candy which she quickly pops in her mouth!
Her dark eyes raise to meet my green,
I smile ...
she smiles ...
then adds an instinctive shy wave for me and skips on.
Alone, quiet in the car, I replay what I've seen ...
knowing how precious it is.
This was nice. Flowing...especially the vision of Eddie's voice floating into the blue.
Thanks. Your thoughts are always so soft and compassionate.
they mean much to me ... you are someone I greatly admire ...
I enjoy your thoughts, look forward to reading and can really feel your heart!
Thank you for that!
do I want to stay mad at you?
can I face the truth?
to have someone in your arms
in your soul
so apart of you
then lose them to this morbidity
unable to stop the inevitable
the shocking reality of what is
of what was always
of what was never enough or always too much
a talented beautiful young life touched us
then selfishly left us
leaving us wanting more or not at all
leaving us painfully without
painfully wondering
what if
painfully knowing their regret
as our love plays eternally for them
in our aching hearts
and in the music
the back seat swallows you up,
I think of my own.
Strawberry Shortcake hat hides a shy smile,
whisper of words, a giggle or two,
I think of my own.
News of death not yet understood,
happy in your world,
I think of my own.
What you don't know
can't hurt you ...
for now.
I think of my own.
he was driving a 62 cadillac sedan de ville white with black bucket seats shining like it was brand new
like time stopped
motown 60's cranked long white hair blowing in the breeze and when he smiled
the sun came out
I saw him skipping stones
on an asphalt puddle, size of a small lake.
Each pebble cast, a ripple to the edge,
a reflection of tomorrow and a mirror to the past.
If God were a child
I saw him swinging high, feet dipped towards the sky,
his golden hair streaming down.
Perpetual the motion, keeps each day and time.
Perpetual the joy that only children know.
On my way out, passed by two men and got a whiff of their conversation - discussing god.
It was quiet, and intimate in a way,
like I shouldn't be overhearing,
but there they were!
It was OK that I heard them - their tones of voice, their vibe, felt OK that I should be eavesdropping via serendipity (I love that word - serendipity).
My agnosticism is open to both - all - sides of that topic (god, not serendipity).
Got in my car and navigated my way out through the lot among several self-absorbed assholes...of both the driving and pedestrian kind.
(almost hit one of them - poor thing thought texting was more important than being plowed down by a car)
And then another whiff, in my mind this time, of a phrase - god's parking lot.
I like it! ...heard it somewhere before.
And,
there it is.
this is awesome ! I really like it !
Godfather.
I sit behind the wheel, watching a dragonfly cover the pink and yellow cannas,
dart over the freshly mowed grass then move on across the parking lots
in the early summer's sun.
It's going to be a hot one, I thought, hot asphalt,
just what suits a dragonfly, it's like his own huge black pond.
I do like a dragonfly.
I ponder planting some knockout roses outside the windows of my new office,
that will attract more and the occasional butterfly too.
Yes, I think, this is a good new place to be.
My thoughts trace back over the last 20 years of business to all the parking lots,
the now four locations, filled with people from my past,
those who have walked through and left some of themselves for me to keep.
I am waiting on the security system lady...
she arrives pulling into the space next to mine.
We inspect our new IL home chatting glass breakage, motion detector,
all that good stuff to protect against bad stuff.
We end up in the large warehouse area that will house the equipment.
As we speak there is an echo, quite an echo....
one doesn't hear an echo often, I thought. The phenomenon is almost heavenly.
I mention this space was a ministry. She smiles, her deep brown eyes, white teeth,
gleam against her lovely dark skin. We agree what a great place for gospel.
I like her. I am comfortable, as we share a moment of imagined voices in harmony,
echoing praises to God above.
When business is done we move to the cool air outside for our goodbyes,
standing in front of our cars parked side by side.
I tell her I am returning to work after being absent for over three years.
That my position now, along with my regular duties, is that of encouraging morale,
enforcing positive goals. She reads through my words, sees my apprehension,
that I must be, play the bad guy. She tells me she sees I am a sweet person,
this understanding not unexpected though very much welcomed.
She adds a but after the word sweet, letting me know who I must be.
The most remarkable thing is this woman managed as many as 135 employees at a time,
having to be the bad guy. Her words of advice, spoken in strong personal quotes,
she says, ones I can borrow if the need arises, gives me the feeling that this encounter
we are sharing is one of those walk through moments in life
where we leave a bit of ourself with another. She does this for me.
She tells me to call upon her if I teeter, she will help. She already has.
As we walk across the parking lot, she waves to me...
the breeze moves our hair simultaneously...
I get that feeling, the not alone one. I whisper thanks for that, it's just what I needed,
just what I needed to keep.
God... I love this place.
the other a lovely cool green woods. Both inspiring.
My office ... I like the sound of that!
The other two walls have a glass window in each,
JB had windows put in all the work spaces.
It's nice for the flow and the eyes can wander beyond the walls,
walls we painted bold fall tones, each different, yet in theme.
JB sits on the other side of the window in the main lobby office.
He says all he can see of me is an inch of blonde hair on the top of my head ...
that gives him a funny feeling.
I tell him... if I'm having a bad hair day he might not know I'm there ...
he laughs and says ... "uh oh! more funny feeling."
I haven't been there for three and a half years. February 18, 2009,
when my injury changed me forever.
Now JB's voice, his whistling, his drumming fingers will fill my days.
My children's faces brighten my office, no matter the mood,
they are comforting, more than they may ever know.
Daughter comes in smiling, she quickly steals some mixed nuts and says ...
"oh! I knew you'd have a good snack around."
Son thanks me for the last night's dinner wrap hidden in Dad's cooler,
munching it he adds "I love you Mom" and strolls to the back warehouse.
So here I am,
in some ways it feels like I was never gone,
other ways ...
like I was never there at all.
I just know my car sits in the parking lot next to JB's,
this is where I am supposed to be.
A new chapter is being written ...
the old closed but never forgotten.
God ...
I am a lucky one!
A good family is the best treasure there is.