November Sky and August Rain

I wrote poetry a lot in high school, I was pretty good, I would even "help" the other students who had assignments for their English. Eventually I picked up an instrument and became a song-writer, but poetry was my first love.

It's funny how one passion can morph into another. We want to have it all figured out, have a 10 year plan. But usually a year or two into it that plan gets changed. I have a friend I talked to last night who has been planning on medical school since she graduated high school, has a pre-med deally from her four year school and now thinks she may want to go to Texas and do charity work.

The truth is we can't try to hard to figure out tomorrow. We can only head in that direction. Christian scripture suggests we, "worry not about tomorrows things, because tomorrow is able to take care of itself". It will happen whether we are there or not. Of course I am constantly championing having and "articulate vision, and manageable goals to get there". But I am also a firm believer in not being so caught up in the future that you miss today.

For old times sake I decided to try my hand a poetry again...this will be the sixth revision and at this point I have probably made it more of a song but there's always tomorrow.

spinning thread from suits and stitches
the hitch hiker packs and hitches a ride
into November sky.

counting riches as more than wealth
Every man a name for himself to make
have I to steal to take.

life's only 400 seasons
reckless resolve or your reason to stay
the fear of yesterday

Refreshing rain in August falls
so strange how long a man can stall, for what
avoiding rushing's cut

j.