Those Simple Joys

               A kids drawing named and thrown away; wondering what happened; hoping it wasn't out of apathy. I look for a second in my going and wonder what happened there. Should I care? Part of me does. Hoping the child isn't forgotten the same way the picture was. I walk through the heaviness that comes with such a discovery.

               Processing the seconds, looking at the moments that try to rush away. How do I cultivate depth, when too much becomes too much? How do I explain a struggling mind that longs to find meaning in a fast-paced population, a world busy with being busy? I am no better, lost in the going as we all are lately; so I look somewhere else. I wander the between times of busy, listening for Heaven's inspiration as I walk and think. I look about me, seeing tired lives and heads down, still they try, try to cross roads to some "better" the way turtles I've seen lately have. They hope as we all do for more than just "getting by" ; hope as I do too. So I look somewhere else in a fun and child-like nature. I picture the flying ninjas that strike with a painful sting, flying through the air as they do in readiness to strike, what most know as wasps. I look to the "dog smiles" crossed as I take in their joy at "getting attention". I marvel at the young child of less than ten, exclaiming how brave he is, what "big boy toy" he has, and how his fearlessness shows no bounds. 

               I go somewhere else as I watch remarkable birds of rare colors fly alongside dragonflies and I smile at those simple joys. Where Jesus speaks, stirs my soul, somewhere else in busy days, where His divine creativity heals my tired soul. 

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