Tomorrow Will Take Care of Itself

We all worry too much....

When the fragrance fades,
Is not the flower still a flower?
And don’t the trees remain,
Though leaves are changing color?

Does the wind have a home?
The earth is where it blows…
The breeze does as it pleases,
God’s breath directs where it goes…

When the sky leaks an ocean,
Will the blue slowly drip away?
As the storm shapes dunes anew,
Can the desert lose its sandy way?

Feel the hot spring heating,
See the water flowing and boiling?
Can bubbles hold themselves down?
Can the misty steam decline rising?

Does the mind cease its creating,
Though the body might be disabled?
Would my thoughts desist their twirling,
If my fingers were unable to scribble?

If I were to tell them to,
Would the birds arrest their song,
Would the raindrops halt in midair,
If I were to say I wanted it so?

If I could make my eyes icy daggers,
I doubt the sun would freeze, midrise…
Even if my fingers were strong pillars,
Glowing disk would still set each night.

I cannot make the clouds drift away
And reveal the stars shining bright…
I cannot close my eyes to trouble
Because nothing seems to go right.

Should I worry about days to come,
When the world is beyond my control?
Is contentment gained with apprehension?
Do I win by planning what I cannot know?

Reviews

[Shellie]

wow. this is amazing. i've had similar thoughts but you really beat the band with this piece. the start was fantastic i see what you mean..things are the same even if they change and the world is beyond our control and i agree...tomoro will take care of itself.well done. this is the first i am adding to my faves.