Inevitable unavoidable change

Always lurks around the corners

Waiting patiently beyond seeing range

Keeping feet unsteady and precariously balancing on the borders

Commanding incredible amounts of serious thinking

Destroying the luxury of mindless routine comfort

Unwelcome consciousness in the creating

Disburses uneasy demands on personal effort

No turning back at yesterday to look

The new awakening of change will not content allow

New chapters building the pages of the book

Change personal expectations, perspectives, and force accountability now

I stood beneath the moonlit sky

Awed by its overwhelming magnitude

A magical glow illuminated the trees

And wrapped its arms softly around me

Stars blinked with an inconsistent eye

Some darting around

While others just shined shy

I became as a baby in the darkness

Cradled by the fresh country air

And soothed by the sweet melody

Of a gentle mother’s song

The moonlit clouds warmly glowed

As they slowly drifted along-

The exhilarating evening beauty

Had instantly my hectic life slowed

I could feel my spirit lifting

Becoming one with the peaceful calm

Recharged, regenerated, and refreshed

For I was seeing, touching,

And talking with God

Words spoken are heard

But often fade and fall to the ground

Without a sound

Actions kind and silent

Felt with the heart

Nurture from the start

Deeds devour hollow words

Digesting the nutrients

Growing confidence

But a team of words and deeds in sync

Make the words heavy with substance

Resulting in a powerful circumstance

Deep and abiding love is so difficult to grow

For first a seed of interest must mutually exist

Between the minds and each accepting soul

Both must be focused and willing to embark

On a treacherous path of life

To be conquered together before the dark

The dangers disabled by the team along the way

Combine to form and strengthen the pillars

Upon which love is able to stay

Hot wind blowing from the south

Scorching plants and drying out my mouth

Summer is beating at the door

Spring this year will soon be no more

Cool inside air becomes extremely attractive

Day plans become early, late, or just inactive

Let me sit under a tree in winter, spring, or fall

The summer Texas heat is not for me at all

We are all different, yet the same

We travel together the roads of life

Some turning left, hitting strife

Others turning right, claiming fame

But as we walk our paths

Differences blend to similarity

Simplistic conclusions

To life’s questions

Gain clarity

Different and unique we certainly can claim

Yet we still remain the same

Gayle Blancett