Confessions

I had a headache one day so I left work early, and made my way home

It was sunny and warm, the grass and leaves were real green

Spring was coming full speed, just like me, around every turn

With the windows down my senses are exposed to an array of scents

Anything from hog farms to fresh cut grass, warm asphalt, loose soil, or that of a farmer spraying harsh chemicals on fresh crops

I look ahead and see a field of sunshine yellow dandelions pressed against a canvas of rich, green grass

For a moment, I think what it must be like to pass into heaven this way

They say those that love God won’t see death – and so I imagine one moment you’re in pain

Perhaps with a headache

Before you even see the collision, you’re already climbing above the trees going 60 in a 55

If this is how it works, I’d hope to fly over some bucket list views that my mortal toil never took me to

Maybe God would set the cruise control and I’d have not a worry as to which direction

I’d like to see a few peaks in Alaska, a few coves in the Maldives, a few castles in Germany, and a few of the Vermont Fall leaves

Perhaps the drive could spin back the clock and show me a reel of memories

Like fishing with Papa, whistling with Grandpa on the porch swing while waiting on a shooting star

Climbing on my cousins roof for a late Summer sunset with my siblings

Riding the four wheeler at Nana’s house

I think between the warmer months are when I lose most sight of the Sun

Makes sense – due to the shorter days

But in the heart of Winter everything seems so do or die – do or die – do or die

All the while Spring comes along with songs of chirping and bugs buzzing aplenty

There’s life in the Spring

Baseball, butterflies, and blue skies

Everything’s not so do or die – do or die – do or die