touching our heartstrings with tearful love.Playing violin-like melodies of yesterday as wewatch our personal videos of a life now past.Tearful joy spreads our emotions over us as welaugh and remember the little things so full of life,our treasures to care for when we have nothing elseto hold on to.
still dancing with inner spiritsas they float across the dance floor,finding music has given them a reasonto get out of bed this morning.
How terribly progress mars our views of nature,planting trees and buildings on our horizons.Totally oblivious of everyday life, developerscontinue placing steel and concrete trophies totheir names.So unlike truly great people living quiet simplelives.
Being pried open, burly statements throw themselves about,smashing and trashing lifetimes of those who cannot fightback.Lack of strength and resourcefulness causes reluctance ofliving life to any extent, let alone it’s fulfillment.Screeching to a halt at every crossroad, saving no one fromdire consequences of destruction.Daily attempting some small little idea or reason, findingthat all is stomped…
I thank God that I’m alive and rejoice againfor His love divine.So tender are His thoughts for me –so great His love is too.That when I’m withered, old and grayI will still be His little child.
light upon my brow.Loving this peaceful calm, letting waves of it’s tranquility washgently over me, filling all places of loneliness with grace of loveand serenity.Colors brightened intensely in the stead of recreated life.No longer squatting on edges, belonging now to the middle where noone can exist except the person whose soul it is.Never letting existence…
Been living here now almost two years.Wickenburg reminds me of my own home town, except for the westerntheme here.Looking up and down main street, enjoying the ambiance of SaguaroMovie Theater and all the little shops – quaint and touching.A beautiful two-story at the end of main street on the other sideexudes class and clarity of…
Softly cascading, recreating happiness, echoing it’s joy infinitelyin minds usually filled with sorrow.Soothing, serenading voices laid to rest in bedding of silken peace.Sliding along paths of least resistance, flowing with patterns ofmusic, becoming the soul’s quiet undertaking.Finally at rest within oneself, feeling the quietness of naturalcalming solace.
in a storm.Fascinated, letting them go into unchartered depths,waitingfor their return, hoping to see alternated visions –only better than before – of life dreams.Sitting comfortably, allowing destiny to take it’s turn,as I wait in quiet anticipation for them to come tofruition before the setting sun this evening.
There is no space for me here.The only place I can be is within myself.For there I am accepted, enjoyed, loved withoutquestion or doubt by God, Himself.
