#contemplativepoetry — Public Fediverse posts

Glitch

flights are grounded
my wings are clipped
i need to wait a little
longer to start this trip

my future connection
could be in jeopardy
it might be a while
before we're set free

the whims of the divine
are all part of the plan
my life's trajectory is
not in my hands

so i will wait patiently
for the Control Tower's nod
and match my flight to the wind of an all-knowing God

August 15, 2015

Glitch

flights are grounded
my wings are clipped
i need to wait a little
longer to start this trip

my future connection
could be in jeopardy
it might be a while
before we're set free

the whims of the divine
are all part of the plan
my life's trajectory is
not in my hands

so i will wait patiently
for the Control Tower's nod
and match my flight to the wind of an all-knowing God

August 15, 2015

Glitch

flights are grounded
my wings are clipped
i need to wait a little
longer to start this trip

my future connection
could be in jeopardy
it might be a while
before we're set free

the whims of the divine
are all part of the plan
my life's trajectory is
not in my hands

so i will wait patiently
for the Control Tower's nod
and match my flight to the wind of an all-knowing God

August 15, 2015

Glitch

flights are grounded
my wings are clipped
i need to wait a little
longer to start this trip

my future connection
could be in jeopardy
it might be a while
before we're set free

the whims of the divine
are all part of the plan
my life's trajectory is
not in my hands

so i will wait patiently
for the Control Tower's nod
and match my flight to the wind of an all-knowing God

August 15, 2015

Dusk

i had such grandiose plans
another day to spend
from the bank of my life
to reap the dividend

somewhere i went awry
i lost track of the sun
when i turned around again
the day was almost done

so now i pin my hopes
on the fading light
i watch the creeping shadows
and make plans for the night

August 13, 2015

Dusk

i had such grandiose plans
another day to spend
from the bank of my life
to reap the dividend

somewhere i went awry
i lost track of the sun
when i turned around again
the day was almost done

so now i pin my hopes
on the fading light
i watch the creeping shadows
and make plans for the night

August 13, 2015

This Moment – Lost

a thought of beauty strikes me
and I must express it so

but as I reach to grasp it
it flutters away,

a moth,
a feather,
a small white bird
startled by the motion
of my wanting.

my hand closes
around nothing,

void,

and I stand there
foolish with longing,
as if the air itself
had promised me a gift
then taken it back.

and I weep
for the passing moment.

it will never come again.

not in that light,
not with that breath,
not with the same small door
opened briefly
between the soul
and the world.

May 8, 1987 (age 19) (Expanded and updated June 2026)

This Moment – Lost

a thought of beauty strikes me
and I must express it so

but as I reach to grasp it
it flutters away,

a moth,
a feather,
a small white bird
startled by the motion
of my wanting.

my hand closes
around nothing,

void,

and I stand there
foolish with longing,
as if the air itself
had promised me a gift
then taken it back.

and I weep
for the passing moment.

it will never come again.

not in that light,
not with that breath,
not with the same small door
opened briefly
between the soul
and the world.

May 8, 1987 (age 19) (Expanded and updated June 2026)

This Moment – Lost

a thought of beauty strikes me
and I must express it so

but as I reach to grasp it
it flutters away,

a moth,
a feather,
a small white bird
startled by the motion
of my wanting.

my hand closes
around nothing,

void,

and I stand there
foolish with longing,
as if the air itself
had promised me a gift
then taken it back.

and I weep
for the passing moment.

it will never come again.

not in that light,
not with that breath,
not with the same small door
opened briefly
between the soul
and the world.

May 8, 1987 (age 19) (Expanded and updated June 2026)

This Moment – Lost

a thought of beauty strikes me
and I must express it so

but as I reach to grasp it
it flutters away,

a moth,
a feather,
a small white bird
startled by the motion
of my wanting.

my hand closes
around nothing,

void,

and I stand there
foolish with longing,
as if the air itself
had promised me a gift
then taken it back.

and I weep
for the passing moment.

it will never come again.

not in that light,
not with that breath,
not with the same small door
opened briefly
between the soul
and the world.

May 8, 1987 (age 19) (Expanded and updated June 2026)

This Moment – Lost

a thought of beauty strikes me
and I must express it so

but as I reach to grasp it
it flutters away,

a moth,
a feather,
a small white bird
startled by the motion
of my wanting.

my hand closes
around nothing,

void,

and I stand there
foolish with longing,
as if the air itself
had promised me a gift
then taken it back.

and I weep
for the passing moment.

it will never come again.

not in that light,
not with that breath,
not with the same small door
opened briefly
between the soul
and the world.

May 8, 1987 (age 19) (Expanded and updated June 2026)