Whiling away tempos slowly,
creating a resemblance to lullabies being
sung to a child at bedtime.
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Psalms being sung from heavenly gardens, enticing me to come home where I may find peace and begin to hope in something again.
Opportunities come and go, yet even when taken advantage of – nothing seems to change.All of life remains tattered, soaked in tears and left alone.
Spreading life around, giving everyone glimpses of how I feel
Putting myself out there, whether or not it’s a good thing,doesn’t seem to matter.As long as every poem touches at leastone soul it will be worth the time expending it to write.
Rodeo has begun, first roper’s out of the chute, got the steer down and now it’s one team after another – 175 teams in all – it’s going fast!
So many team ropers, all having paid entry fees – a lot of old roping buddies donating for a good cause.There’s so much generosity and care for the entire family from everyone in attendance.An atmosphere of love, with our family, friends and strangers who have heard the story on the news, bringing everyone together.Children, proud…
Minor chords of life touch my mind with incessant words
Living in minor shadows, touching them softly in my mindwith ivory and senses of the Divine.
Crossroads enter mind images now and then,
containing some enjoyment over the years.