To be safe I must comprehend.
To comprehend , I must have order.
To have order I must control.
I leap out of my bed to face the new with hope and splendid rage.
Not rage that kills but force that leaps me over fear and dread to see from up above.
The floating pieces must settle down
and fit together as if each part of a jigsaw find their place.
Yet when confusion reigns, order flees.
Disconnected pieces lie scattered all around.
Pieces just don’t fit.
In fact the horror is -they are the wrong pieces!
Pieces from another place and time.
They can not fit and yet it seems a tragic loss
to simply throw them all away.
I claim the spark of creativity that ignites, that fills the sky with eloquence so bright. The surge that sings of dreams unseen and hearts that search within the glorious sunrise colours, for limitless opportunities in the new that springs – as if from frozen ground.
Confusion reigns and so my fear sweeps in to dominate.
Then haunting truth comes to light,
I‘ve misunderstood and so I need what now is gone.
The future tears the frame of my yesterdays!
I know I can not know, and yet I leap in spirit bright because there’s one who holds my heart and sings with confidence and life.
Still for each of us the new flows through.
It comes each day – both swift and sure.
The heart can quail, the mind can fray, as new things hint of change so different from yesterday.
The urge to freeze, to best ignore,
the flux that seems unsettled –
with dreadful tones of dire bells that warn.
So the clutter of our minds grows old.
I shrink from knowing, to settle into dull.
I’d best be bored and never look the future in the eye.
Until I die, bypassed forlorn.
I rise with Life, my spirit knows while mind is left behind, still placing pieces in the stream that will ignite creativity’s delight and kiss my hope with colours bright and order formed from sprit’s woven tapestry and live.
Author – Bill Tidsbury