in the framework of a free society
the cogs quite often so smoothly turn
the rattles in the pail
ripple out to a smooth surface
and the days blend into a subtle flow of time
passing
time
ever passing
man makes his stamp to earn
a life of hopeful promise
living the surprise of those promises
out to its fullest potential
all bow to achieve
the greatness in themselves
allowed by God
man is quite a bit more than
what he creates for himself
the world is a garden
in which he, the flower
either grows or gets weeded
the path to the row
a mystery full of markers
that must be made
narrow landscaping of success or defeat
are ever the tillings of a most diligent
gardener
or a tell tale signs of a spectacular
closing season.................
(written April 20,2006 4am)