The First Commute

I’ve had a lot of firsts this year.  I couldn’t tell if I was nervous with excitement or fear.  I hadn’t set an alarm clock since high school.  A solid breakfast and a lunchbox hadn’t been my morning routine either.   I used to jog to work, but that would be a ten-hour jog at six mph.  I slumped into the driver’s seat and reluctantly started my commute.  Preoccupied with new job jitters, I rounded the corner.  The panorama that revealed itself made me involuntarily gasp.  The contrasting beauty of nature, black and white, delicate pink, sky blue;  a commute that will never lose the awe-inspiring, God-like appeal.

Photo credit belongs to Douglas McIlroy

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Liberty is Love

LIBERTY for one and all is such a noble sentiment.

The EMPIRE can rise around the globe without impediment.

Yellow haired Gestapo come to take you from your beds.

Apple’s fall, confounding us by landing on our heads.

Enormous strides are gained when we discover electricity.

Liberty, so statuesque, embodies our complicity.

A tower or two of YELLOW gold, testamental  for the EMPIRE.

Quietus the ancient greed, beware our enemy’s desire.

An Apple seed, alas, can only grow an Apple tree.

Enormous hate will not grow love, impossibility.

The YELLOW sun shines every day on everything we do.

Absorb the warmth as God’s own grace deep inside of you!

Two Angels Watching

I recently found 100 Words – Flash Friday Fictioneers blog by Madison Woods thanks to Julia’s Place.  There is a great group of writers responding to her picture prompts.  Thank you Madison and Julia!  Here is my response to last Friday’s prompt:

“Can you hear them, Angel?”

“Yes Angel, they’re dreaming of building their cities on the moon.”

“I don’t like this.  Look what they’ve done to the earth our Father gave them.  They hunt the animals to extinction, they pollute the waters of lake and sea, they fill the life-giving air with smoke.  They do not show respect for each other or the gifts our Father gives them.”

“Remember, our Father is slowing their exploration.  He knows they’re not ready, Angel.”

“Yes but what of free will.  They forget they have souls, Angel!”

“Don’t worry, our Father has a plan for them!”

I Ran Away Today, From the Din

I found a place with silent butterflies.
Fluttering by in complete silence to human ears.
Do butterflies hear a din?
I wonder if their wings make a noise that only they can hear.

I found a place with uncountable crickets.
Each one rubbing out their mechanical song.
Separate and then together as one.
Eventually to be removed from my consciousness, then back again.

I found a place with grasses ten feet tall.
Swaying in the wind, whispering all the while
of creatures hiding within.
They marked the path of the wind, invisible until it touched them.

I found a place of endless prairie sky
with sculptures in the clouds.
A handle bar mustached gent, a Meer cat, an angel on the wing.

I found a bridge of planks across the stream.
The families cycling by tap rhythmically all in sync.
I hear snapshots as they speak, a moment in their lives.

I found a place I hoped that God would speak,
to calm my worried mind, to quench my thirsty soul.
I waited quite a while and didn’t hear His word.
Picked up my book and pen, and wrote these very lines.
Then a stunning thought, He was speaking all the while,
in the wind, the birds, the clouds.
Then the grasses gently bowed, like smiling Asian men,
who always seemed to know, I’d get there in the end.

© 2009 Angelique Maatman

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