Doing Nothing in the Sun

 
Doing Nothing in the Sun

(“You led them during the day by a pillar of cloud, and by a pillar of fire at night to provide light for them on the path they took.” Nehemiah 9:12)

Come up and see me,
the butterfly must have heard
and peeked in my window underneath
the eaves where the mourning doves nest.

Come out and play now,
the sun and clouds spoke in same-day
invitations. There is sanity doing nothing
in the sun. There is fantasy that sets
the demons fleeing who
hammered every thought the day before.

Ambient light shines inside the shadows.
Stationary branches hold
wakening leaves. Would you follow the
butterfly till you lost your way?
Would you believe the doves sing just
for you?

Come and sit with me,
my alone can be your sanctuary.
Your fears can be my balm.
And, before the sun falls too far in the sky

We may believe that we are surrounded
by the divine.