Sometimes the thoughts
are circle circling in the brain
like a gerbil on a wheel
in the middle of the night
Stars shoot into the sky.
The moon sighs.
The planets align.
How rare we find ourselves.
We look out at the night sky
in hopes of
catching something
glowing and alive
that is not a city light
ruining it all.
In paradise
there will be what?
electricity over candles?
Where will my horses sleep?
And the lions?
Me with them, then.
Amongst the trees
but the ground is not always comfortable
Will ants bite?
What about mosquitos
and small bugs?
Will I welcome their sticky little
crawling feet then, because
I'll know they are just on their way from
one workday to another
and my leg is only a bridge, a means
to an end?
It is like thinking the world
revolves around you
when no one actually thinks of you.
They think of themselves.
Ants are doing their thing. They
don't care that I happened to lay
on the ground in their way.
Perhaps I deserve to be bitten.
Perhaps I deserve to be bitten, then.
What would I do? My friends
hovering in my space,
taking up my time,
making me work, or change direction?
How much do I bite about it,
and because of it?
Animals teach us so much.
Our God instilled instinctive lessons.
My eyes search all the time
for preciousness, but my mind
does not always comprehend quickly enough.
Perhaps I am not the smartest,
but I am grateful.
Full of gratitude
when I finally see that falling star
shoot across the sky.
-Les'Nspired
