God, save the dream! The impossible one!
a propeller without a plane is just a windmill.
God, save our hunger for satisfaction!
sitting still is for the birds.
Be different — choose to fly
in peace with loves
Applying the wisdom of color to the dynamic chalkboard of decisive action is certainly a messy business. One orbits the softness of the shining subject matter ~ without the devilish judgments incurred when absurdly applying the tainted palette of logic to an inconceivable canvas floating far beyond the point of no return.
© Uncle Tree
Keith Alan Watson
You, lovely pool, be my last and only friend.
As golden light beams sprayed the dawn,
and early birds sang Nature’s song,
I stumbled upon this rock, the one
so kingly crowned by our great sun.
I went on this path one day – off the straight and narrow way
looking to find the unknown – unafraid to be alone
a skip in my stride – my smile a mile wide
passion perspiring inside.
Suddenly! There’s a shadow – beside my own.
“It can’t be so!” No one came with me, I know.
Nobody else wished to go.
Who could it be then? How shall I begin?
Where did it happen and when?
I’ll tell you a secret now – that only you can allow.
Stick with me for one moment – maybe you’ll find atonement.
Do you not have the time? It won’t cost a dime.
(Don’t be scared. It’s just a rhyme.)
Okay? Now, back to the trail…
not knowing that I could fail – sensing a treasure ahead
I take a left turn instead.
And to my surprise – right before my eyes
this other shadow complies.
I look – but no one is there!
With reason, I must compare…
Judging it, I do declare, “It’s not my own!”, but I swear,
it stayed right with me. I giggled with glee!
(Quite strange, you might agree.)
And so, I strode on through the wood
wond’ring if two shadows could
converge as one, if the light
from the sun was angled right.
I stopped in my tracks, and checked out the facts:
← Three as One →
Sun on our backs!
Guardian Shadow appear! Assurance is always near.
Tho’ crossroads never seem clear,
Directions tell me not to fear.
Whichever I choose, I know I can’t lose.
He’s already paid my dues!
For there are three that bear record in heaven,
the Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost:
and these three are one.
1 John 5:7