Life’s Messy.

To create one thing,

You mess up another:

Space, clothes, the room.

You arrange the flowers;

Dig the dirt, plant the seeds;

All messy propositions

But you get the dirt, paint, pollen

On your hands, clothes, hair

And face, if you’re lucky.

The more engaged;

The grander the mess.

Cleaning up the gulf is messy

Cleaning out your closet, your soul

Is Messy

But there is no growth, development

Nor creation without it

God, you must be a real mess.