sunrises, badminton, hummingbirds, spidreman
As I was up unnecessarily early from a night of anxious worry,
To relax and restore me.
I saw the sun coming up and knew it was a gift from God,
A personal and lovingly sent blessing,
But I had a plan, a schedule, I wanted to be dressed and ready first.
So I spent time in front of the mirror,
Talking myself into a tizzy and fixing my hair.
Then, when I stepped outside the sun had risen.
I had missed my blessing because I wanted control.
A hummingbird flew over my head and I followed it to the porch swing,
Where I hoped to sit and relax,
But my eyes rested on the badminton net my son had set up.
He wanted us to play,
He downloaded a bootleg movie and wanted me to watch that too.
He wanted to spend time with me,
But I was too busy.
I had tangled myself up in superficial crap.
I looked at the badminton net and cried.
I cried because I'm such a fool.
So many wonderful blessings that I don't appreciate
I made a decision right there to not stay late at work,
But to come home and play badminton,
And watch Spiderman,
And spend time with my son who loves me.
The hummingbird came back and tasted the nectar of the white and lavender flowers,
The sun oranged up like a second sunrise,
And I was grateful that God was good, loving, kind
And gentle in his correcting nudges.


