After receiving in the mail, anonymously, the gift of a plastic snowman illuminated from within, flashing colors of changing light


Colors pleasing my eyes,
Colors of light:
Green, like the living earth;
Blue, like ocean and the sky;
Purple and orange, like some sunsets,
Whose majesty and magic flies,
As eveything of wonder and beauty is in flight.
As we human beings, wonders with godlike minds and hearts,
Arise out of time, and come to birth;
Travel through time to our time's end, and die;
Each life arriving, living briefly, and then soon departs.
Every bone in my body aches with the question: Why?



--Written by Michael LP, aka MLP
aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC, aka Mr. Poet
Copyright (C) 2010 by Michael L.P.  All rights reserved