I wanted to go to sleep tonight
But something caught my eye;
Was it the Laker game? No,
I think not. Perhaps the homemade
bug that flit around the light.
With all the world abuzz with plights
And a universe to scan
Those little noseeums found their way inside
my house ;
I turned my eyes on them.
So, life is life and on they fly
directly toward the flame–
then sizzle, crackle, burnt to dust
I wonder why they came.
I wonder if the greater God looks on us that way.
What impression have we made when
life gives us away?