Against the odds
I still watch falling objects
and secretly wish
they stay suspended
in midflight
and imagine dinosaurs
climbing over the mountain range
as I stand watching
in rapt awe
and sheer terror.
Against the odds
I sit at the piano
and hope that my fingers fall
into a beautiful random
melody,
and peck at the keyboard
praying for an idea
I haven’t had
a thousand times before.
Against the odds
a tiny flapping bird
takes on the endless sky
trying to make its way home,
as all living things
resist the weight of gravity
and reach ever
higher and higher
to the Sun.
Against the odds
every morning
a former atheist
puts both
the Mogen David
and the Cross
around his neck
and remembers
he is both
an agent for the Christ
and a temple for
his Jewish soul.
Against the odds,
I believe
and love
and persevere.
This is beautiful and so inspiring. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAmen again.
ReplyDeleteI so love this, Buddah. Love the wearing of the cross and the star of David - and love "I believe and love and persevere". Awesome.
ReplyDeleteBuddah, this is excellent. Riley has both Jewish and Christian roots, and I always tell her, you're worshiping the same God, no conflicts. It's all about the love, and you show it in so many ways. Proud to call you Brudda from Anudda Mudda! Ameleh
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I have yet to write a poem to this prompt! Now that I've read yours, what could I come up with . . .this says it all. Thank you! :) I love your poetry.
ReplyDeleteAgainst the odds... God is always present, against the odds
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this