Humble~ Kindness

“PLANNING.” a poem for: Saturday January 11, 2020

“There is no plan.” “I think there is.” In God we move around.

Who knows exactly where we are or, maybe, where we’re bound.

“Not my will, Lord; may Thine be done, for YourPicture is so wide,

I think that, perhaps (pause)

I (pause)


So, until ThePicture’s full in view, which, maybe, y’know, for me,

May never be,

IshouldHUMBLEmyself, (pause)

For I don’t often see,

ThingsTOOclearly. (pause) This I think: (pause)

“Sometimes, I AM amazed,

About TheTHINGS IthoughtWEREnotGOOD (pause)

(They) turnOUTtoBE OK.

fin ♥

Humble and Kindness Mystic Poet


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)