The elusive brass ring
that I swore I’d not chase.
I see it up close now.
I’ve come face to face.

It sears as I grab it
and I’d hoped that it would.
The pain makes me smile.
The suffering feels good.

I take off my shoes now.
Let the Race pass me by.
I stay and am one with
my hope -Magic Eyes.

Artist Credit: Fred Smith, Historic Smith House; Phillips, Wisconsin

“Why are you here? You’ve no Earthly reason!”

“I’d not normally entertain such questions, though you must plainly see that it is not Earth, but your element that sustains me.”

“Hmmm. Do you not need the sun? Your soul?”

“Wrong. Look deeper. It is them that led me home.”

I watch in awe as, with inexplicable determination, a breezy green prince leaps ‘cross my path without care that I may decimate him as I bear down with salt-blurred vision and an uneven pace.

With equal determination, I point my wild wheels in his direction and plan to spin him as I hear him smile “Ribbit.”

I have denied you.
When I look, will I find you?
I’ll smile if I do.

Just now I awoke.
Dreamy paths took me your way.
It was a sweet ride.

A gracious host and hostess are kindness and charity.
But we all know that where the heart is, only lightening dwells.

He admonished me today.
For losing sight.
For talking with false gods.
For seeking their comfort first, or even second.
“That’s not fair to any of us.”

I agreed to take anew His hand.

Proverbs 29:18