The Man Upstairs

A beautiful tribute to a man from a woman in love.


This man upstairs
running a vacuum…
He’s a big man
unafraid of things
that frighten lesser men…
things like aprons
like small children
needing braids
needing noses wiped…
He wears a Santa hat
for no money
for the smiles
of little kids…
He wears his age
like a crown
his beard
like a laurel wreath…
He owns gnarled hands
as lesser men own money
his years of laughter
in the creases
around his eyes…
He has earned
the love of old dogs
and old women
the laughter of
little children…

Sometimes his eyes
look far away
into his own heart
into another time
see what might be
if he were perfect…
Always he returns
to the Grace of Now
of Human Being…
Always he returns
to the ocean of gratitude
for what is and may be.

This is the man
who paints beauty
with his eyes
who exhales joy

View original post 108 more words


6 thoughts on “The Man Upstairs

  1. I wish I could take credit, if you click on the original, you’ll find a treasure trove of words there. She is a great poet and enjoys gardening and nature too 🙂 thanks for letting me know, I’m sure she will see it 🙂 peace and love, K

    Liked by 1 person

Your words are stars and I humbly thank you for shining your light for me....

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s