Between heart and hands

As artists, we sometimes see 

The beauty in what others may not notice, 

But what the eye of the heart sees 

May not always translate well into the hands. 

At times, that gap can prove excruciating …

Above the fray

It’s always nice to position yourself 

Slightly above the fray; to see things 

From a slightly broader perspective…

Together we are one

Can you not see, that, though I lean left 

And you lean right, 

 You and I are part of the same tree; 

That though I may be lighter 

And you may be darker, 

We share the same roots 

And breathe light from the same golden leaves?

Shared moments

The lovely thing about sunsets — 

Other than their beauty — 

Is their universality: 

 Whenever you see a good one, 

You know there are always other folks 

Who’ve also stopped to watch, 

Who’ve also taken a moment away 

From whatever their day has brought 

To revel in that glorious gift of color.

Remnants

Do you ever wonder 

What traces we will leave behind? 

Will it just be the shape of the life we led, 

Or will there be some remnants 

Of the heart that filled it?

The path before us

The path before us now is old and worn, 

But we’ve not walked it in far too long, 

And have forgotten how and what to expect. 

Walk it anyway, and trust 

That the collaboration it entails 

Will lead to better times for all.

A range of colors

I think it’s the range of colors 

That’s so incredibly satisfying,

 Not just among the trees, 

But among the folks who’ve been elected 

This time around: A celebration of diversity!