Sunday, January 18, 2009
Poem: Clashing Colors
It is a timefor failure,
for moving the furniture
and moving it again.
It is a time to mix new colors,
to try new recipies on strangers,
to draw left handed
and to pray new prayers.
It is time to dance
when you have never danced before;
to scribble bad sonnets
that rhyme in all the wrong places.
And when the colors clash,
and the room feels out of balance,
and the metaphors in your verse
make kind women wince, then
it is time to laugh at failure,
knowing God spends a lifetime
on each flawed life,
loving us to show us how
we too should learn to love
understanding his love is not in the goal,
but the striving, the reaching, the journey.
The picture is of my daughter's cat, Cleopatra, perched on a not quite level birdbath that, despite it's tilt, is a favorite napping place. You can click on it for a larger version.