Waste a day with me
Waste two, waste three,
By going nowhere,
Maybe we could
Carve an opening
To God
Right here
Where we stand.
Let’s waste
A year,
Or dare we
Waste
Three?
Every moment
Worshiping
The ground
Beneath our feet.
The human world will tell you -
It’s not enough to soak
The richness of your days.
And all their worries
Will come
Crashing down,
Suffocating in you,
What was
Always natural
And true.
“It’s not enough” -
Is their own obstructed lens,
Which makes a rich world barren,
And their people
Lifeless & without a clue.
Listen not to the removed
And bobbing heads of their
Unconscious sorrow,
And freely join
The clouds dancing
In these empty skies.
Did God really make
A bee hard working?
Or has the bee forever been
A praising & delighting one?
