temporal

From brilliant yellow to a cloud of white to airborne miracles of reproduction.

Do the flowers never weary in their "chasing after the wind"?

I weary of yesterday's tasks undone. I feel angry at Solomon's Ecclesiastical suggestion that all is meaningless because so it feels somedays.

We are task oriented, created to accomplish and at the end of the day we wish to have evidence of our energies spent. Sometimes it feels impossible- the list of things we want to tackle too long, too impossible, too discouraging somedays.

And so,

one

small task

at a time..

I will try to rebuild

the satisfaction

into my

mandate.

And one small task at a time clouds lift.