"Alive in Thought"

"If you are going through hell, keep on going" ~ Winston Churchill

What that means makes no sense, but is at the time as clear as a foggy night.
While lived in a home for several years, spent the last four building a house. Leaning to plan, wire, frame and truly creating a warm colored masterpiece.
While have yet to send out a single invitation.
Still, just a house.
I'm special, unique, powerful, or simply narcissistic.
In a day, how many times does "I" happen?
Did I build a house night and day to create, to keep on going, or to heal?
Has life been lived to accomplish or does life be lived ...
simply to grasp anything can be accomplished.
To gather stones, rocks, pebbles for a road.
To taste that red ripe strawberry just picked
with morning dew still glazing.
To run into the dark to hide those shadows no more.
What tells the truth? As in a circular fashion, winds the clock.
Having traveled the four corners,
yet still without taken as much as a single step.
In one glorious moment, does it all change?
The mesmerizing fresh meadows pour over with excitement.
The capture of blindness has struck with vibrant blues.
In this presence, we have captured a mere glimpse of pure sunshine.


By: M. Dexter