While the world cries for diasters and death, let me sound the song of life and loves. A coin of life has two sides, one of failure, one of life, though none of us have promise of life without failure. Let me praise breath that I have, thanks to the loves I felt, while my … Continue reading My Life, My Loves
Lie About Me
Will they lie about me after I am dead? I do hope so. Some will tell how horrible I was, some will tell how wonderful. I hope someone has the warmest memory of how I did this or that for them, I do. I hope someone might really feel me though I am gone. But, … Continue reading Lie About Me
In Loving Earth
Grounded by the carpet of sparkling immensity above me, I feel small. Lost in an ocean of humanity, I am swept away. Praying for a touch of a hand to ground me, to hold me, I wait. Still, my heart is alone and drowning and wishing. Feeling for God, for the very reason to be … Continue reading In Loving Earth
Never Alone
I woke with a worry, I did not know who I was, but I saw you and felt the earth, I knew where I was, so glad you saw me, just a bit of cheese to cause the dream and upset, just a bit of fear that caused my startle, But I knew you were … Continue reading Never Alone
Arc Of Life
It was his last autumn. The one he never dreamed would come. He stood at the top of a rise with a dirt-colored road that seemed to wind through the most beautiful colors he had ever seen, with early morning sun slowly changing the details. A wonderful barrage of reds, yellows, oranges, hung in front … Continue reading Arc Of Life
Private Morgan or How to Shoot the Bird
Master Sergeant Fields stood just a bit too close to Private Morgan, breathing the same air as he, boring into his eyes, daring him to move one inch or have one more heartbeat then he deserved. "So, please, Private, tell me just one time why you should not be put in the brig? You did … Continue reading Private Morgan or How to Shoot the Bird
Respect Earned
Timmy, as you leave your boyhood behind, let me tell you about the world and where I would like you to be. I know, I am old. You know it. But, along this path of life and misery, I have learned a few things I need to share with you. Now, you have all the … Continue reading Respect Earned
Giver or Taker?
Do your friends seek you because they need something heavy to carry? Do your friends come to you when they need to talk? Do you have those friends that never seem to worry about you, but they know you have their backs? Who are your friends? Who listens to you? Who calls you and worries … Continue reading Giver or Taker?
Naked Pain
My friend, my voice, my heart, can I hear me? All, I have,,, me. You? No guile. No lies. No distrust in me. Love? Trust you? My heart in your hands, my life in the open? Naked pain? Love on a razor, sliced in balance, survive your love, my heart.
Acceptance
Acceptance, what a newborn seeks from his mother, while suckling, What anyone of us seeks from our friends. What we seek from religion and music and art. What a person without a home seeks to look someone in the eyes and that person looks back, What any animal looks for in other animals. Acceptance. To … Continue reading Acceptance
