ceiling sleeping

The squeak of chair,
rocking alright
no worry, the breeze is nice.


No reason to leave
this ancestoral seat
sat in for so long, so worn, so old.


Plenty pluffy furniture
sits beside me
many comfortable, knees crossed and reading.


Then looking “up” there
seems to be more
folks hanging in, hanging on a floor.


Daring to stand may
be harder than
sipping my tea, but much more rewarding.


The fall hurt
but rising to feet
made the distance worth the feat.


Antiques gone along
with the smell
of people aging, sleeping, dull.


A new life down
here on the floor,
breeding, seething with truth – a foundation.


What could be
next in line
is a humble, understanding of my position in Thine.


From the ceiling
to the floor
there’s so much more than just
the furniture upsidedown
in the Kingdom of God.