Always telling stories of my life as I have lived it through these many years.
Knowing I’d be led straight into arms of God in the end.
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In the treehouse of my mind, I sit and relax, looking over
Careful obligations of life are safely stored with countlesslinens in closets of memories.Starchly regal, parading through the den of my mind are view-points and opinions I have always lived with.Nothing has turned them from me, not even the swaying of agood argument.Stubborness sits casually in an armchair, having been withme since birth, controlling and demanding…
Wild fantasies grow from independent minds,
Nourishing ideas from little seeds – watching them grow and bloom.Standing aside, allowing them room,being careful to pull out just the weeds, ideas are sown.One day soon to be explored in written words.
Remembering titles from yesterday, knowing where I heard each song first.
Yet, always doing what was right, never veering from the straight and narrow pathway that I was taught to follow from birth.Parents being treated with respect and trying my best to not make them worry about me through the years of their life as they waited for me to grow up.
Tender, fragile petal of life I am of late.
Delicate and gentle, unafraid, yet ready to becomeunknown in this life.Scanning horizons of yet to be experiences, siftingthrough with careful expectancy, ready for anything.Expounding on necessary pilgrimages of life within,carrying them to farthest reaches of mankind.Hesitantly aware of precarious moments, building onthem, hoping to prevent any illusions or accidents.Sent from a peculiar emptiness of silence,…
My soul cries from depths of my being, calling for some
So intensely, so deeply, feelings of abandonment feed me.Knowledge of it’s ignorance forces me to retire from the lightof day and wander in darkness alone.Tormented, stretched beyond endurance, wanting to let go entirely,of the flaccid hold life has given to me.Heaven beckons, the way seems clear, and yet something holds thevery within of my soul.Searching…
Windward endeavors slipping down hallways elusively,
of people’s prayers.Never-ending thought gently, yet persistently, grabsonto our minds with vise-like grips, taking us intothe beyond even when we are not ready to go.Silently we acquiesce and become our enlighteningdestiny as we quietly go through the gates of heaven,our journeys complete at last.