Strange

I wake with my heart pounding in nervousness.
I start to focus my breathing.
Breathing in.
Breathing out.
Here.
Now.
It begins to slow.
How many mornings
have started in this way?
Enough. This morning is here.
Soft blue sky has emerged from the darkness.

What are the birds saying today?
I do not care to ask but I can hear
them in the trees.

Sitting here with my thoughts and memories,
over thinking choices I've made and have
yet to make.

Human creatures.
Such strange things we are.

I'm sure God is equally strange.

Strange Capacity

How strange is our capacity for love?
Love flows in seasons
Dries up in others
Love follows 
No command other than
To honor it's own existence

Strange Dogs