MARVELLOUS MARBLES (31 AUGUST 2022 FRANCE)

A marble of beautiful colours
runs smoothly along the ground –
nothing seems to obstruct its path.
We all watch, transfixed –
almost mesmerised, waiting to see where it will end up.
Eventually, it will stop.
Out of momentum, speed or maybe an unseen presence –
it may continue, possibly striking another marble.
And a new direction is taken.
Colours and patterns, so cleverly merged, change
as the marble rolls; they captivate the eye.

It is just a game – hitting, moving, displacing;
breaking up gatherings, forming new patterns and groups.
Do we anticipate the effects of displacement and change –
if, by chance, the fragile whole is thrown out of alignment,
no longer able to synchronise, without touching?
With what force will it disturb all in its path –
scattering, re-positioning, postulating, shifting,
opening up opportunities…or catastrophe?
And the game is over.

How purposely it rolls,
Almost so slowly that it could stop, but instead, continues –
and crashes, in virtual silence…
re-arranging the form and moving again in another trajectory.
Fascinating. Tense. Eyes, watch with anticipation.
Something seemingly beautiful
and something seemingly innocent,
may come towards us – or suddenly depart from us.
We could be thrown into disarray and confusion,
excited even by challenge and adventure.
But out of control, we must await patiently, the outcome…
and rely solely on the supernatural Spirit of God within us,
for exteriorly, nothing is certain, nothing is assured, all can change.

Juliehughepoetry(c)31aug2022france