Time for Change

Moment of Calm

wind, calm here at the ground;
up above it is pushing round
clouds of blue and gold, silver -
limitless hues of colors unnamed;
they swim together, unknowing -
purposeless except that we enjoy them
for the beauty they are showing.
birds fly across a painters dream;
seas of glory bearing no seams.
and do they know how wonderful their roads are?
do they look up and count the stars
as they travel for food, for safety, for young -
why did he look up?
why did he call for me?
of all the busy things we create,
there's something more to see.
that sky; the wind, still as a lover's gaze -
drew him away; called down into the maze
and reminded us both that there is something else.
such a moment, such a scene -
not cold nor hot, but distinctly serene -
can take the pain from the moment,
the fear from the fight;
remind us why we search for the light.



This poem was written after my father called me out onto the patio (pronounced pat ee oh) to look at the remnants of the season's first tropical storm. The clouds had dissipated, and all danger from the storm was gone now that it had made it all the way up to memphis. But it made for a beautiful sunset, the clouds reflecting all the colors of the rainbow, and in such a vivid way that it is impossible to discribe. The light reflected off the clouds made the grass look greener, the bricks on the house redder; basically multiplied the visual impact of colors even on the ground. It was as if the scene from that patio had been transported into some beautiful tropical setting - it made for quite a moment. Even in the drab surroundings of a retail driven city that straddles the interstate, radiant beauty shows up for tea every once in a while.

It made me think of all the things I take for granted as the days go by; all the flowers I never stopped to smell, and I was thankful to share something like that with my dad, regardless of our differences. It was good for me to notice the art of our God and Creator, and remember how small and imperfect the things I create are compared with his indescribable, unimaginable pallete.

back home, so more posts soon I hope; I have much to do and alot of growing and learning is way up there. thanks for checking this stuff out.
Smile, and look for the light. Love always

dan