I am glad I don’t have all the answers
About how a perfect life should be lived
Too often I fall short, or flat on my face
When seeking to do the impossible.
I am glad I don’t have the burden of perfection
Falling flat on my face with amazing frequency
My apologies are well rehearsed admissions
that I live life with passion. And, careful words
are not always the first that I speak.
I am glad when running I look like a penguin
Or, I would just be another proud champion
Like many others that burn bright for an instant
Then quickly fade into an abyss of oblivion
I run slowly so this will never be my problem.
I don’t delight in the failures of others
Preferring to see the good that will be
Compassion makes abundant room for hope.
I love the joy of surprise when love comes
Often in unexpected ways. Usually its in
a friend who doesn’t have all the answers
It’s that imperfect friend where love flourishes
There are no perfect moments for a kind word
Waiting, but never speaking and missing the mark
Losing the gift waiting for each of us, unsaid,
Lost because of the search for perfection.
I feel glad when I see a perfect sunrise
The completion of another day arriving
Reminders of the beauty simply contained
Scratches and marks in my walls at home
Showing the tracks of where children have grown
Now getting ready to leave, their imperfect
childhood preparing them for uncertainty ahead
I love when a poem doesn’t look quite perfect
Struggling to know where to end wisely
Settling with enough said about my today
My scattered words expressing my heart’s joy
Thinking to myself, this is how happiness arrives.
Sunrise at Picnic Point Toowoomba
