Through the prism and down through time; Kaleidoscope of Opportunity is mine, all mine.
How I see the colors blend; eyes of wonder and pretend.
For if I turn it just a notch; blur of color is soon forgot.
If I dance to this conclusion, then hues were just another illusion.
Take the mystery in your hand; sifted time was never planned.
Did I forget to do my part?
Halted skip of beat; my heart.
I didn’t mean to counteract; parts were taken from this and that.
Heaven is just a glimpse away; an olive branch to save the day.
I will not shove belief on you; this is simply my own truth.
Perhaps my church has different walls, but all the same I take the calls.
For stepping back to breathe and listen, that is when I get the mission.
Stepping out of bounds may be, my fault that broke the history.
Yet I have bent the will again; found my castle and the Zen.
Kaleidoscope of Opportunity awaits for change once more; this time I will be prepared to open every door.
Kaleidoscope of Opportunity
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Cindy, my friend and poet. I think you and I were boen out of bounds and always walked our own path.
Larry, my friend, you are so intuitive! I have always felt that way. Like I am either ahead or behind the curve. Yes indeed, and I am delighted that our paths crossed.
Eva Marie, that is awesome! I bet it’s wonderful to sit and look through each one – so many beautiful colors to take you to new imagery every time you look through them. Thank you for your kindness as well.
Loved this poem it just so happens I collect Kaleidoscopes. Very colorful indeed.