What You Love

I have always enjoyed writing; more as something I do to get life out on paper rather than as a hobby or a "dream career". Yet, in the last year I have stopped writing. Why do we do what we don't want to do and we don't do what we want to do? I went to a writer's workshop a couple of weekends ago and I was reminded of why I love to write; it makes the world make sense... at least for a moment. So here I am, back to blogging, not really hoping that anyone will read this but rather as a commitment to do what I love. The following poem is a rough draft of something I wrote at my workshop. I will be honest, it's kind of intimidating posting "creative" writing... but it's a step towards doing something I love.

What if

What if all the angels

        throughout the world

were visible -to be seen clear as day

What if hundreds of thousands of angels

         walked the streets for all to see

Would we see babies rescued from burning homes

          cars detoured from head-on collisions

          men and women healed of cancer

What if all the angels

         throughout the world

         sat down with us and told us their stories

Would we hear of an army of angels protecting our kids

          from massive school shootings

          an angel whispering breath into a panicked mother

          or gently delivering peace to a stressed out father

Would we see streets filled with angels

          illuminating in unforeseen colors -orange, red, gold

Would we begin to relax in peace

          -solitude

Would streams of thankful tears fall upon us

          as we rest in the truth that we are protected

          taken care of

Would we see a sliver of Heaven fall upon us

          giving us strength to press on

          pushing our eyes Heaven bound

          anxious for home.