Boast not where the Poppies Grow
We escape into yet another day;
boast not where the poppies grow.
we run away.
we don’t know where God hides
himself every day.
we say the wrong things
at all the wrong times.
eat the wrong foods.
we laid with the wrong person.
We get lied to.
we get deceived.
then, we withdraw
for a while
some for a lifetime
and suffer the loneliness
of the void.
and wake up the next day
with an achy head.
then, you meet that decent person
with a good heart
and, you still had your lessons
but, you find there are always the new lessons.
Lessons that teach life isn’t just about you and what you want.
you learn that people are imperfect
and that you can’t change someone
and that you can change you
into someone else better
if the time for that ever shows.
You learn that nothing worthwhile comes easy
there is always more work to do;
but, that some things get left undone
that need to be done
no fault of your own.
that someday, you will say to yourself
“Yes, I want to change. Yes, I am ready to
become someone else instead of acting like I’m someone else.”
But, you may never know how to do that
because the difference between acting and being
may not be so clear,
because there is no one to guide you
except your own conscience
and you try to muddle through it alone
and you never know if you quite made it or not…
It’s that you don’t see those things you have yet to understand.
And, that you will understand why a lot of things are the way they are
only when they reveal themselves to you
in an experiential understandable and real way.
But, that day may never come our way.
You learn you can’t fix others,
not even help.
for, they have to be ready for the next step
on their own…
what matters, is that we ourselves become ready.
But, for what?
No one will ever tell us.
No one ever can.
It is ours alone
That’s all I can say about it.
I often wondered when young
why the old people liked such small
dogs on their laps.
and, I have come to know why.
it’s because they look you in the face.
more so, they look you deeply into your eyes
caring how you think and feel.
they look to you
for their salvation.
and, by that, you know someone is there.
someone, who was created
by something more than you and I.
yes, I have come to know these small creatures have a soul just like yours
that looks back through their tiny eyes.
and, they are a friend who wants nothing more
than to be with you
with no other reason
than to be at your side.