The Telling Pause

Indulge with a poem or two today,

Take note of bright white flags in the wind, 

And consider the rose’s wild climbing play,

While through the blossoms the bees briskly wind.

Excuse the intrusion upon labor, 

As myth and fancy spring into the world, 

With all the sharp sweetness of a sabre,

And with the deep magic thoroughly whorled. 

Pardon the soul for old contemplations,

Questions, still nagging, need true answers, and

Hours lost in mindful meditations

Are, perhaps, hours better found than planned.

Forgive the pause, turn again to the breach,

But be strengthened and revitalized, each.