Scope And Scale
A scary thought, though it amazes me,
How folks latch on to how I do my work;
They access me, not left brain, through my thought,
But right, through art, and world of concepts skirt.It’s not that thought has no part in the scene,
It does – but more what’s needed is some hope;
For faith, when lost, has left them on some beach,
Or on some cliff, and sense I have a rope.Of course, there’s those who’re jammed up in their lives,
“Intensive care” is more their needed reach;
But that is not who wanders by and asks,
“Is hope still here, on this secluded beach?”Fluorescent bulbs when held near power lines
Will glow, though no connecting wires exist;
That’s what I mean – their light then shines through life –
With blockage blown, no longer blocks resist.My thoughts are mine, but folks are thoughtful too;
They wish to share with others in their space,
So they brush by and copy how I do
My sharing life, through art or face-to-face.Lord, as our journey starts once more tonight,
Agreed to walk a stretch of road this way,
May she find ways to share her life within,
That folks be blessed by what she has to say.navigation