Now for some horrible poetry...

This is what I feel like right now:

Feel the Burn

The sun burns brightly on the secluded body of a tree,
Showing its aged and exposed young layers.
Slits of creme color spill from the bark of gray.
They are no longer hidden in the shadows of the canopy.
Light reflects off of the vunerabilities of the sturdy piece of wood,
Tearing down its prestige.
Suddenly its elegant branches and leaves of charm
Are minimized by the markings down the heart of its structure.
It has been revealed to all by the fire of the sky.
The beams of the brilliant sun brings it great heat
And the power to grow at all at once.
Rain's comforting nurture is not
Enough to strech it beyond its limits.
Nor was the soil from which it sprung
Sufficient for teaching it humility it needs
To stand with all of the significant lives in the forest.
Lumberjacks trotting through the forest that afternoon
Came across the common tree.
Repulsed by the uneven scaring,
They traveled on selecting the life of a tree whose flaws were hidden
To burn in a fire less gracious.

Random Rain

While there was nothing random about the rain that fell today, the hype about its power was. So, out of no where we get this alert that there will be terrible weather some time in the day. I can say that I was personally confused since it just looked like the normal rainy whether sky, but as I sit here at the computer I realize that today's weather can be a metaphor for life. Here it is: What looks and feels harmless can be dangerous. While I still laugh at the danger of our little drizzle that we had today, I realized that I could possibly have dangerous rain drops in my life. What I was expecting to come in the form of an elaborate thunder storm, came in gradual flooding. Maybe I think life is fine because I don't see obvious danger. If I didn't recognize this sooner, I would be drowning in rain while expecting lightening.

So what the heck am I talking about. Well it is the cloud of smoke that has been in my life lately. This fog is so light and seems like it could soon disperse--like nothing to worry about at all. I sit enterained waiting for the good particles to separate and the cloud to dissapear, but the thing with gases is that you never know what is going to bond to what and what you will get after that. You only hope for the best until you are choking on carbon monoixde. Today I realized that I just might not be breathing oxgyen. Sure you can't get through life without breathing other elements, but I could be getting an extra dose of dangerous gas that I might not even have seen coming. It is not what I see that can hurt me, but what I can't see.



Dear God, open my eyes.