From One Degree of Glory

Everything is spiritual. Learning to let go of this world readies our hearts for REAL life. But it’s a process. I Corinthians 3:18

Thursday, March 30, 2006

just wondering

When did raindrops turn to jellybeans?
Why does the sky turn purple in the middle of the day?
Who found my watch in the sink?
Did you fall off the horse or did my elbow gouge your eye out?
Whose mitten is this?
If your dress were made of cotton candy, how would you wash it?
Why can't penguins eat at the Mexican restaraunt across the street?
Shouldn't everyone be wearing stripes today?
Where does the man in the moon keep his shoes?

These are questions I'm willing to get to the bottom of --
When can I sleep? --
some other day.

2 Comments:

At 5/16/2006 9:36 PM, Blogger tl said...

My dear sister, I think you are the most interesting person I know! Love the blog. Puzzled by this particular post, but I can relate to the confused spirograph of whirring thoughts and emotions your poem represents. Busy little bee, when will you rest?

Love ya!
~tl

 
At 5/17/2006 6:16 PM, Blogger lkl said...

This was a random, stream-of-consciousness, type-as-fast-as-possible-without-trying-to-make-sense kind of writing. Just an experiment . . . amazing where our brains go unguided.

By the way, all my students will have finished their finals by next Thursday at which time this busy bee will perch on a flower petal somewhere and sip a little nectar from the flower of rest.

 

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