This one’s for Aaron. It’s been a helluva long time since I’ve written anything, so please go easy I’ll probably refine it at some stage (…right…)

Today
I stopped caring about work
And profits
And junk
And spent two hours at coffee with friends
And another hour, having coffee with friends
And helped some friends teach circuit theory to each other.

Today
I knew of something
You needed to be told
(us engineers, we’re too deaf to hear it on our own)
And something I hoped you’d understand:

I went for a rollerblade today
(that’s not the bit you need to understand)
Along the bike path that kinda trims the beach
But is blocked by heavy bush
And fruit bats.
I watched the ground hard
For every stone and pine-cone
Was another tripping hazard,
And once or twice I searched for
That distant goal.
And as horizons quickened,
And as the air did thicken,
I quick glimpsed up
Just once, just once
And…

The sky had turned a glorious red
And punched bright holes in cloudscapes.
I paused and marvelled
Rolling rolling rolling stop.
And I couldn’t help but wonder if
You looked up from your goals,
Your work, the bumps in the road,
And you’d see something else,
Someone greater,
And his goals,
His work, his bumps in the road,
And one day revel in his glory.

Whilst it was clearly not the apocalypse
(as suggested by a few dear friends)
it was almost as good a reminder
of the ubiquitous God,
who draws attention to himself
at the most inconvenient moments.

Anyway, it happened within about an hour. Which was kinda funny. It fluctuated a bit like that all day, and on the way home from church this evening, I realised that I had absolutely nothing to be upset about.

Makes you feel like an idiot. Anyway, this came out of it. Another unpolished piece, but I was really sick of having a blog with nothing to put on it. And, y’know

In that moment, I felt comfortable, loved,
welcome, and that I knew you just a small piece better.

I’m finding
  -  sand in nooks I knew not I had,
  -  fresh pimples, pores blocked by a wanton lust for sunscreen.
I feel like my skin is shining!

And somewhere, not so far away, you’re finding
  -  that your belly button goes much deeper when you’re extracting sand from it.
And at the thought, my soul is shining too.

you twain, who spend your days
teasing me out:

Brown Eyes, your subtlety has left to reside
in your window-sparks and your smile.

I guess Elune was praised as a beacon of the Sun
and best in her fullest graces;
and loved o’er all that kingdom
for boldy verging borders.

(And God, you leave me staggered;
please leave me amazed too.)

North Shore, Twin Waters, Queenland, Australia