Going Again
They hover and land, back and forth from one to the other. They move miraculously as they live, these hummingbirds that captivate! From flower to flower they go. They speak in astounding squeaks and sounds that make up their speech, and I wonder what they say. They hover and land, back and forth from one to the other. They move miraculously as they live, these varieties of people! From place to place and task to task they go. They converse and speak amongst one another and I wonder their stories. "Hovering" here and there through life that is going, always going. Lifting through gravity as they rise and continue forward with each step and I see life going again. "Do they enjoy it;" I wonder, "the living of each God-given day?" . Do I? Yes, yes I do; when I look past the busy. When I look beyond "getting things done". He...