We've had some HOT weather the past few days. I thought about the wonderful shaded places I like to frequent. Wouldn't you know I was drawn to another bench. In this little sanctuary, the birds were flitting about and a dry warm breeze rustled the leaves overhead. Yes, I thought about the words from my previous post. For those who don't page back in blogs, here are my reflections composed into a poem.
The Empty Bench
An inspirational poem by Julie Carda
Benches are an invitation
Provide a place of relaxation
Offer opportunity for meditation
And add mystery to exploration.
Why place a bench in just such a way
Is it that perhaps at the end of a day
The weary worker, traveler, adventurer may
Have a seat and stay—for a moment.
Then does that bench transform
The guest into a dreamer of reform
With the past, present, future a swarm
Of brilliance above all conform?
And in the end what remains
Are vibrations as bountiful as one hundred cranes
Carrying the dreams like a long stretch of train
Into a universe which gains
Co-created molecular particles
Re-assembled into canticles
Which fill every human receptacle
With a love inspired miracle