Construction in the Key of C

You know this –
that someday the pieces will come together,
perhaps only briefly,
perhaps even for just a moment
and you will see the pattern,
see where all the odd shambles,
the flotsam and random
bits of chaos fall together.
the flailing will turn to dancing,
and your corner of God’s grand picture
comes into focus
in breathtaking glory, before
kaleidoscope like,
it explodes in chaotic color,
it’s unrecognizable beauty
a wild thing,
a wind,
a tide
sweeping you away on yet another
grand,
blind,
adventure.

About this poem. 

I have long ago abandoned the idea of figuring out Life. My plans, whatever they might be are like an artist’s sketch – a nice idea but having little to do with what the final painting, with all it’s color and richness and inspiration emerging in the act of painting.

Life is inspiration, a word that means “God breathed” at it’s root. I come for the ride, I add my part to the grand painting. And maybe, just now and then, if my eyes are open, I get to see the thing come together.

Until it changes again.

The photograph is of a piece of art called “Construction 1946” by Gertrude Greene.

Tom