Dream Seeds

Did I dig down Deep enough Into my pockets A poem from the depth …just crumbs Did I dig too far? My fingers wiggles Through the hole Apparently there is More to behold In the complex maze Of my brain Dream seeds woven By my heavenly father Does my psyche even know What I want? Truth told He gives Us what we do not seek It is contained in those seeds. Those ones that have fallen into outer space You probably thought they belonged to someone else Like magic beans that jack brought home, a tree appears There’s so much fruit, your eyes almost hurt, your heart cries Not from sadness, it’s leaping out of your chest with gladness You behold the offering with gifts of praise, arms stretched wide Dreams like fireworks, like cotton candy, like double rainbows Feeling like a child, who smiles and clicks your heels, and cries With serendipitous delight. God’s suitcase never empties. A bluebird flaps his wings, alighting on a peaceful branch, and sings. Kim Rodrigues © 2017