Hamburger! Cheeseburger! White milk and apple pie. He was such a carefree soul. If it seemed, he had let anyone down.– he offered them popovers, explanations, and smiles,
Sometimes, being misunderstood with ungracious mud pies.
When that happened he would eat and share with his good friends — Mud pies— stewed marbles and crystal scones.
But— never, without clear eyes, asking the server’s of those pies— for their reason’s why — offering popovers, explanations and smiles, for serving up such an interesting surprise. Their actions? — understanding the reasons for who we each are – who we become – and knowing the soul is full of good actions – always avoiding confrontation — leaving them— to walk in our hearts through the dark— for that pervasive enlightening light.
School completed, home, wife and child, he continues to walk in shared solace, among his favorite oaks, maples, and pines. always stopping in his Sacred strand of birches – alone – listening to heart, body, and mind — seeing – Looking even with the sky, that has many hues of blue whisky, wispy clouds, brightened by the sun reflecting on the moon—listening to the birch whispering whimsically, the secrets of the souls — of the pleasant ones… once in mud subdued.
He leaned on the birch
Listening to what was said
Hearing through his eyes