New Playlist, Drive Home

Heaven is

The breath before new music.

A pause, anticipation.

A jump

To unexpected.

Heaven feels like

Old, good songs- on repeat.

Repeat my twenties,

Repeat mistakes

Repeat becoming,

Only this time redeemed

(hindsight 20:20)

Heaven becomes the skyline

Sound and sight  

Merging past and present

Anticipation, realization

Relived,

Redefined.

The Red Leaves do Anticipate 

-October 12, 2018

Nature’s beauty, 

Such nearness, so intensely, 

Is Goodness – in a single frame. 

It is well. 

Unreach me to this thought though,  

Perfection

Just beyond the edge, 

Just out of reach. 

Compelled. 

Continuing to consider

Beauty

Truth

Goodness

Love. 

Left behind:

The ache. 

Ah the ache

To consider such things

And come up empty handed. 

Beauty shown in the eye and hidden from the heart. 

Such a leaf, 

A miracle in nature’s game 

Gives first hope

Then nothing more, 

Just a picture 

Of another world

A perfect place, 

Untold. 

Anticipate, 

Rock me awhile, 

Till this waiting game of glimmers 

Shimmers of perfection, 

Is done. 

"Whereas the beautiful is limited, the sublime is limitless, so that the mind in the presence of the sublime, attempting to imagine what it cannot, has pain in the failure but pleasure in contemplating the immensity of the attempt” (Kant)