Mistaken tokens of vibrant processes, beginning from
time immemorial.
Lifting interior spirits with joyful glee and spirituality,
aspiring silently, growing fruitfully until ends of time
put a stop, abruptly to it.
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Stairways of development climb to heights of learning and experience, attracting people by situational circumstances.Reality quivers now and then, shackled with tremendous responsibility, daring not to absent itself, yet finding it gives in to imagination and creativeness at times.Picturesque, hauntingly beautiful, holding up to sunlight, many areas of illumination, snaring articulate aspects of living and…
Wind stirring up water, moving reflections back and forth in front of me.
I ask Him not to, because I want to see the turmoil caused by it without His gentle hand.Aspiring to greatness – never quite getting hold of it – I sit and watch reflections moving wildly about, trying to find some meaning.Knowing all along that only Jesus can give meaning to a reflection in the…
Beautiful bright colors, blue, yellow, orange,
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Singing – rocking – out of time with each beat –
Collapsing all the notes, putting them togetherwhere they belong, yet still out of step withwhat you’re singing.Caustically creating a mirror that no one wouldever want to look in.
Soothing calluses of my mind with balms of writing through music.
Bringing tears to mind afterwards, flowing downstream and into vaults of steel.Encased, treasured, protected for an eternity of absolution, awaiting forgiveness.