Ode to a Refrigerator Magnet.

It’s all good. All the choices.
The mediums. The words.
Subjects or not, maybe just feelings.
The colors. The palette. The brush.
The stanza size. The style. Rhyme
or cadence. What to set down.
What to leave out. When to find the time
and when to do “The good work.”

It’s all good. All the choices.
Where to spill time and attention
when there is only so much of each
and your own old clock is winding down.
What will make the difference? What
will matter (if any of it does).
Which of it is yours and yours alone?
What words? What painting?
What time spent in the universe listening?

It is all good. Our God is profligate in his blessings.
There is no right or wrong in choosing.
So grab a brush. Find a canvas.
String together some new words.
Simply claim your part of the universe
and be true to your making.
Someone will be touched,
maybe, now and again, you.

About this poem

I get overwhelmed at times. So much. Work for others. The work keeeping myself on an even keel. The work of love in a world that needs it. I am blessed to have so many choices, despite the occasional overwhelming. So a poem to myself this morning. A glorified version of the magnet I keep on my icebox at home: Start Anywhere.

The photograph is of my second and favoerite studio. It was a glorious place.

Tom