Dusk

Dusk

There is symmetry in the day,

A rising,

Pulling up from the pillow,

Sun in your face,

Yellow beginnings,

Crisp and bright yellows,

Coffee on your mind,

Before feet touch the floor,

And, at the end of day,

Dusk,

Yellow endings, too,

Softer at the edges,

Hazy yellows,

Lazy yellows,

The sun seems tired,

Tuckered,

Settling,

Dawn to dusk,

Now, dusk to dawn,

One more yawn,

Pillowed,

Dreaming of a yellow beginning.

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 31, 2014

A Picture Perfect Day

A Picture Perfect Day

A picture perfect day,

OKAY!

Fronts (nobody ever talks about ‘Backs’),

North and South,

And, winds,

West to East,

Best to Least?

Hardly,

But, the hardened,

The hunkered down,

We know a good deal when we see it,

A picture perfect day,

Okay,

Okay,

Step outside,

Take your lunch outside,

Breathe,

Smile,

At each other,

This is a picture perfect day,

Thank you, God,

For this beautiful,

Picture perfect day!

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 30, 2014

Our Song of Summer

Our Song of Summer

It was cold in Michigan,

But you were hot,

And, you said, “The sand is perfect”,

My, God,

We lay our heads on the beach blanket,

Hands extended to grab and hold heaven,

Gold extracted,

Eyes closed,

As if blind for a few moments,

To feel,

Really feel,

Handfuls of extravagance,

The drizzle between our fingers,

I haven’t felt this free since I was a boy,

Ten years old,

So bold,

(And, yet I had my Dad and Mom to back me up),

We both remember the sand then, as now,

Our feet feeling sand for the first time,

Fluid and giving beneath weight,

Heels sunk well below toes,

Yet, arching forward the pads of the foot would grab,

Now, toes would help you rise,

Never solid really,

Always moving,

Kind of like life,

I love things that don’t change,

Call me a freak,

But,

This sand in my fingers,

This sand beneath my toes,

This sand is one of my “rocks”!

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 29, 2014

Where Is Man’s Hand in This (Part II)

Where Is Man’s Hand in This (Part II)

It’s fifty: fifty,

God exists; God doesn’t exist,

Doubt has little to do with this because doubt exists on both sides,

And, therefore faith,

Or “confidence” (what’s in a name),

Exists in your mind frame,

Your mainframe,

The God doesn’t exist “thing” takes tremendous energy,

(I know; been there done that, don’t get me started, seriously),

I won’t be rude,

I won’t jump ahead,

But, if we fast forward slightly,

Pinprick,

A pinhole of light creeps in,

Hold it back as long as you can,

Once you introduce the concept,

Don’t call it other than a “creative force”

For Now,

Once you have allowed the light into your world,

Of thought,

It will be very difficult,

Especially for the ardent,

To ignore the flood lights,

Behind the wall,

Which you have built,

It gets so much easier,

Life becomes fuller,

I quit fighting,

And, my life began,

Praise, (YES)

Praise, God!

(Part III)

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 25, 2014

Where is Man’s Hand in This? (Part I)

Where is Man’s Hand in This? (Part I)

Where is man’s hand in this?

We all stare in awe,

Beauty beyond rock, water, and sunset,

Beyond the clouded sky and star above,

Man did not make any of this,

Agreed,

Man did not make man,

Agreed,

Man makes lots of “stuff”,

Agreed,

Whose stuff is better?

I say God’s is!

When man’s stuff is gone,

I wonder who will be left,

Creating,

And, at that point,

Will you want to be close to that intelligence?

(Part I)

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 23, 2014