Tomorrow’s work is full
of dreams,
of plans,
of goals
no form until the new day dawns,
curling quiet at our feet while
heads still rest on pillows, it
waits to be fed with new energy.
“Each day is always breaking out anew.
Aspirations swirling round what you do.”
~ Richard L. Ratliff, poet
By the sidewalk,
tucked in and beautiful
a clutch of white lilies bloom.
“Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.”
~ Christina Rossetti, poet
(1830 ~ 1894)
Wondering what there is at the end
of the journey of life is
full of imaginings and worries
until I tire of wondering
setting my bare feet into new grass
to feel cool earth.
Wondering what tomorrow will bring
~ easy to let go of because
I’ve known many tomorrows,
for the imaginings and worries
are thin and without substance.
Wondering what my purpose in this world
could be seems empty of meaning.
So I just enjoy the surroundings of home
and the sun setting over the roof tops.
“You see, the what if's are as boundless as the stars.”
~ Sally Gardner, Maggot Moon
