RDP Sunday: Earth’s Masterpiece

sky-earth-space-working-2156What is a masterpiece?

Does a masterpiece mean perfection?

Does it mean a lack of error?

The world is full of errors.

The world is also full of blessings.

It’s full of compassion.

It’s full of miracles.

Things exist that shouldn’t be able to.

It’s luck, yes or no?

The odds were stacked against human creation.

Yet here we are.

Time and time again the earth has adapted.

It’s grown.

Everything works in some sort of harmony,

Beautiful or not.

It’s all scientifically connected.

Art, music, you name it.

It’s all science.

It all works together,

Hand in hand.

It’s as if the earth itself is an orchestra conductor

And humans, animals, plants, etc.,

Are the violins, the cellos, each different section.

Yet it all comes together with earth conducting the show.

In all its errors, the existence of the orchestra is a masterpiece.

Fly High! RDP: Sunday

Can’t is a word that I often said.

Can’t is a word that was stuck in my head.

Can’t was a cop-out,

A way to get by,

While letting life,

Pass me right by.

But what if I could,

Asks the engine inside.

What if I found,

I could no longer hide?

Then what would happen?

Would I look up at the sky?

Would I grab the opportunities

That were passing me by?

Would I fly like an eagle,

Or soar like a bird?

Or would I be afraid

They would think I’m absurd?

But if I’m like a bird

I belong in the sky.

Not stuck on the ground,

So eager to fly.

My wings are not broken,

They’re simply afraid,

But now I must try

For what I was made.