Shrill and clear the call is heard.
My eyes look up for hawk.
She does not fly overhead.
She is not perched or seen.
Yet there she calls again.
Wait a minute! Got me!
It’s bluejay mimicking.
From somewhere in the tall branches.
More than likely he is laughing.
There will be an overflow.
More than one can use.
The future may need
The abundance of today.
Gather it and store it.
Some years there maybe little.
Some years way too much.
Sometimes just enough.
Whatever the outcome.
Whatever the supply.
There will always be a need to gather.
The speed picks up. The scene outside starts to blur.
One questions faintly, what have I done.
Then the speed is just right. The plane takes flight.
Gathering more speed as it accends in the sky.
Bluish blurs pass on by. Quiet is in sight.
The captain speaks, briefly, the flight is on track.
Food and drinks make the rounds. All sit back.
The view is spectacular. All below looks so small.
Why can we not see it, from this high view above?
All is very different, yet one can make out a house,
Look a ball field, tiny as a mouse!
The change in perspective gives one this.
A very different view, another twist.
Faith should be more complicated When we sit and think about it. Yet it is naturally easy. Like breathing. One does not need to think of it. It comes easy. When practiced. It comes to us when we need it most. It comes to us when we face our ghosts. It comes to us over night time scares. It comes to us when we do not care. Faith, carried on a wing. Flown to greater heights. Soars above our own awareness To accomplish everything we need In this moment and beyond. No faith can be replaced. Yet we should be wise to feed and nurture faith. As it is what will move mountains. And carry them away on a wing.
Love and blessings. 💕Carrie 2019
Toss it out.
We do not need it anymore.
Pick it up.
I can use this I am sure.
Give it life.
A new home.
Oh the treasure we have found
in the trash by the road.