Bits of Rock

Suddenly, it was dark

Only moments before, I
watched the sky transform
from grayish-blue
to pinkish-orange

But now, from this vantage,
The sky is pitch-black

Strange, how artificial light,
created to erase darkness, actually
blocks billions of brilliant lights

Lights that serve as a guide
through the darkness

Could it be that progress
keeps us from the wonder
of lying on our backs,
the hardness of the ground
underneath us, unnoticed

Watching the bright lights
from dying bits of rock fly
across the night sky

Simply Sunday

Christmas Light

Searching
For light
It’s that time
Of the year
Green trees
Adorned
With tinsel
Topped
With angels
Or stars
Drawing eyes
And hearts

Searching
For light
It’s that time
Of the year
Scenes of
A stable
Tiny baby
Surrounded
By animals
Love and
Redemption
In innocence

Searching
For light
It’s that time
Of the year
An awareness
The light is
Searching
For us, to be
Reflected in
Our faces
Our words
Our actions