The Traveler’s Warranty

So Many of Us
were Taught that
Life is like a
University –
Hope You got into
a Good One.

Classes and
Homework and
Exams and
Grading on a Curve.

To Hear Them
Tell It, or
Read Their
Catalogues,

Some of These
Institutions
are Quite
Unforgiving
Toward Those
Who Fail
Their Final Exam.

There could Be
Fire and Brimstone.

Hell to Pay.

But What If

Life Is
More like a
Cruise Ship.

You can even
Choose Your Cruise,
Perhaps Take
More than One!

If You’re
The Adventurous Type
You Can Challenge
Your Self
to the Extreme:

Sidetrips that will
Curl Your Hair,
if not Your Toes.

Be Sure to
Mix It Up a Little,
Some Trips to
Tropical Treasure Islands or
Mountaintops with
Voluptuous Views.

Just Know This:

There’s a Divine
Traveler’s Warranty
That You’ll
Be Brought Home,
Safe and Sound.

You’re One of
The Beloved.

(Photo by Jono Hirst; UnSplash)

 

Works of Heart

All due Respect to
Michelangelo,
but if He’s Reincarnated
as a Ceiling Painter,

I Pray His Next
Paint Job
Will Be on
The Wall of
a Dancehall,

Showing our Maker
with a Big Grin
on Her Face,
Bumping Fists
with My Main Man,
Tom Robbins,
when
The Jitterbug Perfumer
went Home
a few months back.

Enough with the
Deep Solemn Face
Fingerpoint Touching.

I Mean, Seriously . . .
No, Not Seriously . . .

This Is
The Same Maker
Who Showed Up
in This Lifetime

As Fractals of
Her Love and Light and
Laughter Self,

Lighting Up As
The Likes of
Robin Williams and
Gilda Radner and

George Carlin.

Do Your Self
a Divine Favor and
Stop
Seeing Our Maker

as Separate from
Her Divine
Works of Heart.

(Photo from IFC Center)

 

Here Comes the Sun

Imagine
You’ve Been Given
a Home,
The Giver
a Mystery
for Now.

Imagine The Home
with Dozens of
Rooms Filled With
Every Imaginable
Delight:

Dancehalls and
Theaters and
Cafès and
Galleries
Filled With
Beauty and Joy
of Every Possible
Permutation.

But the Palace Is
Dark.

You’ve Been Told,
or You Just
Know,

There’s a Room
With a Piece of
The Sun,
Waiting To
Light All
That Inconceivable
Delight,

But a Switch
Must Be
Turned On, and
You Can’t Seem To
Find It.

Meanwhile, Outside,
Is a Lineup of
Lightbearers,

Offering an Array
of Flashlights,
Each Claiming To
Be The Only Sun
You’ll Ever Need
Inside.

But What If
Their Only Usefulness

Is To Help
You Find
That Lightswitch
to The Sun.

(Photo by Huyền My; UnSplash)