April ‘25

Somehow Always Good

Visions, perfect in my mind

whole, complete, without blemish.

Beauty spoken.

Beauty made.

Beauty given to another.

I open my eyes to reality

hope fades like sun below the horizon.

imperfections, failure, half-hearted gestures.

Visions, my own desire,

come from within

my body,

my mind,

my soul,

like an imaginary friend

real to me alone

a warm companion.

I toggle between

endless potential

   and my own

ignorance, mistakes, the unforeseen.

Missing the mark

flinging effort at the bull’s eye

never perfect,

but good.

Somehow always good.

God, is this how it is

for you?

Am I your

  beauty spoken, made, given

into this world?

Created with hope       

embodied love,

your hands the mold.

Am I dancing in the curtains

   never finding

  center stage,

   but good?

Somehow always good.

Your echo

in my voice

   when I speak beauty.

Your hope

   in my vision

   when I create beauty.

Your thumbprint

   on my endeavor

   when I offer beauty to another.

No matter where

it lands,

   how far it goes,

   how well done,

   it is good.

Somehow, always good.