Under a walkway, existing for our benefit, as wisps of clouds sail across my vision.
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Looking to heaven, praying, hoping for secure feelings of gentleness to be placed upon me, helping to get through all the trials of life.
Happiness finally realized in God’s arms.
Resorting to antique ways of old,
Living on cushions of extra-sensory provisions, leaving nothingBehind in drawers of misspent youth.
Attitudes of life alter and rearrange themselves as
We grow, mature, rise above it all with a newlyformed spirituality as we age gracefully into theunknown.
Settling into copses of wanting,
Hoping to become an entity in an earthlyplan for being open to everything goodand wholesome.Likewise, thinking thoughts of wonder,bewildered by mysterious inquisitions ofenamored need.Sometimes, afraid to move into forwardfacing thoughts held in place by yesterdays’images in quiet memories.