The warmth of the sun sooths the taint of winter’s scars,
as I watch and listen as this spring day unfolds.
The turmoil of the day is elapsed by the time I spend in thought.
Too much time wasted in the irrelevance of life is reflective within my mind.
Time, oh that word time, etched eternal on souls, burned in memories long needing to be forgotten. Yet time blesses once we see the little things time allows to come our way.
I sway in my hammock enjoying a cold beer and listening to nature bring a solace to my life I forgot existed.
A reality to living, covered in the spiritual, yet brought alive by the life I find myself living.
Off to my left, I can see a lost memory of my young daughter dancing on a large rock.
A rising joy fills my heart as I watch her in my mind.
Seems like forever, yet forever is yet to come, as I watch this rock.
A small root has grown at the base of that rock. Penetrating stone with wood.
I never noticed this before, yet find this discovery a blessing that I never could have thought of.
How could a simple root split stone and yet bleed the sap of life on its rough surface?
There surely must be honey in the rock. Sweet, simple and yet so powerful.
I am fixed on this process of survival as the crystals of stone mix with the intricate beauty that is the wood.
There are stone souls and hearts that need the softness and beauty of wood to bring honey to their life.
I yearn for the honey of my life and feel for the root that conquers stone.
Yet I am a stone conquered and cured by the very life that I live.
Precious moments forever fired by the night’s sun bring peace, joy, and an acknowledgement of all that is good in my world.
Honey, sweet honey, bleeding from the rock of my life to bring life to those who don’t smile nor laugh.
Sweet honey for your lips to taste and your life to love.
Love me for my honey is sweet, and my rock is ready to be split.
rb (c) 2008