Between the Two

Left and Right

Red or Blue

Every opposite

Glaring true.

A choice at every juncture

A fork in every road.

Coffee or tea

Black or cream

Finite, simple they all seem.

But how far reaches

An unprayed choice?

To tomorrow?

Plucking sorrow

From today

For future tears?

Or with caution

Consultation

Time, quiet, prayer

Can peace be stitched

Between each day?

To knit together

How rough

A patchwork of

Supernaturally blessed

moments, choices.

A blanket of righteousness

Submitted to authority

Bigger than my own.

Choices, red or blue.

Hope buried in each

Adventure trims their

Rough edges.

To choose is God-like

To see both sides.

Mosaic

Pink is loud.

She sits by Green, a soft-pillow-plump sort.

Black is at the table’s end.

Has that look of everyone’s friend.

Pick-a-little-talk-a-little.

Mosaic of moms on a lunch date.

 

Not too far away,

Huddle White and Stripes.

Next to them

Cuddle Blue and Gray.

Kaleidoscope of couples’ dining.

 

Alone is Pin-Stripe.

Brief business break.

Pressed up against his seat,

Leopard print lady

Carries conversation.

 

Bird’s eye view,

A shifting mosaic,

Of people barely see each other.

Bumping and mumbling

Bodies and voices.

A disjointed puzzle of stories on faces,

in tones, from lips, in postures.

 

Nothing matches, nor need it.

So much the same, so different.

Kaleidoscope, Puzzle, Mosaic of people.

Flitting in a world not their own.

 

Deluded as masters of destiny,

Shifted by time and unseen hand.

One twist of dial, spin of the shaft,

Jilted, jostled, new view.

God laughs.

 

Blue

Brazen blue on a blustery day.

Banish the sun, so the raindrops play. 

Dash the dreary daisy, 

In the late months of the year.

Wash the weepy window with a long and weary tear. 

Tantalizing tint, of soft and sweet azure,

Blue the blooming baby’s breath,

In a raindrop world washed pure.