God's Parking Lot

pandora

Just little,
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.

USARAY

I saw God in a parking lot
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

pandora

If God were a child
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.

hedonist

I just swung by the market to pick up lunch.

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.

Godfather.

USARAY wrote:

I saw God in a parking lot
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

this is awesome ! I really like it !

Godfather.

pandora

The reflection of the caddy fills the glass windows of our new leased space.

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.

hedonist

Lovely capture.

pandora

hedonist wrote:

Lovely capture.

'capture' that is lovely ... thank you hedonist

pandora

My new office, two walls of glass, one faces the IL parking lot,
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!

justam

This is so beautiful Pandora!

A good family is the best treasure there is.

pandora wrote:

My new office, two walls of glass, one faces the IL parking lot,
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!

pandora

justam wrote:

This is so beautiful Pandora!

A good family is the best treasure there is.

pandora wrote:

My new office, two walls of glass, one faces the IL parking lot,
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!

yes! a treasure even when it is hidden

thanks justam

justam

You're welcome!

pandora

Pondering the lot
the lot of the lot

How many can be the bad guy
How many only good

Could you
Can I

I'm leaving this world being me
even wrong
I'm leaving this world loved
even for the wrong reasons

Selfish still I am
I am
I won't be bad
even when bad is good

Show me the way
show me the way
show me the way
to shake a memory


must I keep them all?

justam

I like this one ^^^ too.

pandora

justam wrote:

I like this one ^^^ too.

thanks, working outside the home must agree with me

I'm feeling bombarded ...

justam

pandora wrote:

justam wrote:

I like this one ^^^ too.

thanks, working outside the home must agree with me

I'm feeling bombarded ...

This type of bombardment is good though!

pandora

People watching...

the sun moves behind dark clouds, yesterday's cold front.
It casts shadows on people, some sunny faces
some not so much.

Each have tasks to be done, some happy
some not so much.
Some don't even realize.

I watch and I wonder
what do they love?
what makes them smile?

Close to me, walking past the car,
a young woman, child in hand.
I smile, she returns my smile.

Little one looks up at her mother,
she begins to skip.
I know what makes them smile...

pandora

under the bridge time passes slowly
the world hurries by
doesn't see him at all

covered in a dirty blanket
some spares in his shopping cart
winter will be here soon
though time passes slowly

his hair is thick and matted
hasn't seen a brush in over a year
his face once clean shaven
now sports a salt and pepper beard

his mother speaks to him quietly
words he loved before
his father comes to visit
in the pictures in his head

he's not sure if it's his birthday
or how old he'd be if it was
he's not sure what city this is
or how long he lived here for

he is alone not lonely
cause the voices in his head
provide the company he needs
through the time that passes slowly

a favorite story with an unhappy ending
plays daily as it passes
it's about a handsome man
and a lovely lady too
a green backyard and picket fence
a dog Bruno with his ball

it's about a man who lost it all
as thoughts took him somewhere else
they ate his mind and spit him out
left him babbling to himself

he lost his lovely lady
his dog and home too
today he can not tell you why
but someday he will know

he is waiting for that someday
that God wraps the sun around him
brings him to his happy home
where thoughts can not hurt him
anymore...

under the bridge a lifetime passes slowly

chadwick

^^^probably all the wine

pandora

^^^ probably all the lies