God's Parking Lot

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  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    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
    USARAY Posts: 517
    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
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    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
    hedonist Posts: 24,524
    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.
    Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    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
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    edited June 2012
    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.
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  • hedonist
    hedonist Posts: 24,524
    Lovely capture.
  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    hedonist wrote:
    Lovely capture.
    'capture' that is lovely ... thank you hedonist
  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    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
    justam Posts: 21,415
    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!
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  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    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 :D
  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    You're welcome! :)
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  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    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
    justam Posts: 21,415
    I like this one ^^^ too. :)
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  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    justam wrote:
    I like this one ^^^ too. :)
    thanks, working outside the home must agree with me ;)

    I'm feeling bombarded ...
  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    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! :D
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  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    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
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    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
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    ^^^probably all the wine
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    ^^^ probably all the lies ;)