The Soul, so 'oft times in pain, Has few choices, to be with God again. Once before birth, and after one dies, And during life, which is filled with cries. Cries of love, and being as one, During the passion of love, only then can Two become one. A blessed bird of flight, the … Continue reading When Two Become One
Category: Heart
WE LOVE THEM
To meet a new soul so unaware as to be a pond without a ripple or stir. And, yet, there he was. Hoping the future would lie with them, a natural thing, one would say.Here a girl, there a boy, but the ones holding them wanting only the best.The future of an unopened book, an … Continue reading WE LOVE THEM
Old Man’s Love
The old man sat on the bench, his nearby Gin now warm and his pizza slice cold. He stared at his aged hands, holding only one page from her diary with an image of a Bluebird, printed with nice words of comfort. He stared at nothing, but maybe into yesterday. In a soft voice, he … Continue reading Old Man’s Love
Applegate, Rattling Windows and Life
Old man Applegate was about to go off again, destined to scare most of my patients. Even those heavily sedated might be startled. He had a barrel chest, with a voice an opera company would drool over; no amplifier needed. He would usually rattle on about some war he was in or the day he … Continue reading Applegate, Rattling Windows and Life
A Beach to Remember Before I Die
The outer banks of North Carolina. We could see the Bodie Island Lighthouse, just over there. Remember? We went up to the top of the Lighthouse a few times, to catch a kiss where your mother could not see. Nags Head Beach so close, with white sand like powder, with all of the rug rats … Continue reading A Beach to Remember Before I Die
A Grandmother’s Memories
From a watery beginning bubbling through a fissure in the ground, Tyler's Brook fed the dark earth crowned with Elm trees, whose leafy arms spread into the Tennessee night sky. The brook flows peacefully towards the southeast on it's incessant journey to MotherSea, complete with the essence of life itself. Somewhere south of where Theresa … Continue reading A Grandmother’s Memories
My Cadillac Journey
What a Journey for a 50-year survivor of rust, accidents, broken parts, and even politics. I am still on the road today, and I think I look pretty decent for my age. I began my mechanical life December 15, 1966, when my last Cadillac Factory check was finished, in Dearborn Michigan. I spent virtually all … Continue reading My Cadillac Journey
Grandmother, filled with Love
The lines on her face were like the scorched roads of Texas that slowly pull towards Mexico. The ones around her mouth seemed to have too much practice in the wrong position. When she walked, her left leg fell behind, slightly, as if the years had piled on and the load was too much. The … Continue reading Grandmother, filled with Love
That Musical Voice
I hungered tonight for your voice. Thought I heard it. Maybe not. Just the wind whirling through the trees after all. Stopped me though, glass to lips. Eyes frozen forward, head slightly tilted. That sound of a song, so strong in your heart, that even your anger sometimes sounded like a chorus of angels. Small … Continue reading That Musical Voice
A Naked Heart
I had seen the old lady before, getting on at 79th riding up to Clark division. She sat in the same place each day, rain or shine, while I went further up the rail, to my job near Argyle. While the Chicago commuter car rocked back and forth, and we all read our papers or … Continue reading A Naked Heart
