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Wind blowing heartily against my face,
Casting about an interior silence I am satedby nature’s spell.
Taking off from airstrips in my mind, soaring with eagles, never landing, wanting only to be above in memories of flight.
Ascending to heaven’s edges, where I grasp and hold onto them forever in poetry.
Like a star above in the heavens, I am to be seen and not heard.
To shine without speaking.To share my talents and abilities – gifts God has given me – silently in solitude.In the quietness of my soul, to hold God close, knowing He will spread His love and caring through me when He sees fit.Touching others – Himself – gently with written words.Like a star in the heavens…
Wishing hopefully to see friends, visiting with them, talking, enjoying their company.
A depressing state of affairs in a life so full of nature and prayer.Preferring to have company of friends and family now – here – while I’m alive.At my funeral I won’t be able to see or talk with any of them, so I’d love to have their company while I still can here on…
Building bridges only to have them torn down by other people’s uncaring attitudes, left alone, forgotten on pages of eternal history.
Wrapping space tightly around the little life that’s left, shutting out the laughter and joy of other people’s lives.Turning in upon a world of sorrow left alone to ponder why.Sifting through old memories – never with a friend – staring across a bridge that will soon be burned to the ground, allowing no one else…
Inner ideas of what my future home will look like.
space to move around in.Wide open expanses – just like my internal desert is.Blowing many formulas into the equation, so it mayeventually look exactly as I’ve dreamed.