Holding onto the hope faith has given me through dark nights of my soul.
Genuine purposes filling me as I realize dreams of tomorrow.
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Searching, finding, locating whatever comes into view.
Living in strength of character, portraying a myriad of images into tomorrow’s horizon.
Swaying with unfelt emotion pulling at my heartstrings,
Tallying up pretenses of imagination’s focus, weavingthem into magical patterns, catching sunlight in prismsof crystals and affixing them to cacti in desert gardensabove.
Mapping treasured moments throughout life gives us thoughts to think about in later years when we are alone.
That is when our memories are most precious to us.Hoping for visits from our grown children and grandchildren, daily thinking of them throughout the hours, wondering what they’re doing.Remembering what life was like not so long ago, standing on the edge of crimson rose horizons as middle age continues towards senior living.
Life is encircling itself, dragging it’s feet and
Fleeting moments of existence stand in breezewaysof indefinite status.Qualifying every day moments in acts of kindness,turning about tremors of ruthlessness and evilinto goodness and truth.
Limitless freedom sits within me, justifying itself through writing, refusing to listen or obey anyone else’s words or commands.
Sensing words becoming as I look within subconscious thoughts, exercising my every brain cell with ideas flowing out and over one another.Beseeching cacophonies of spheres and orbs as they suddenly appear before my sight, engaging in a blending of tones, through rhythm and artistic grace.Bequiling others with extraordinary senses of picturesque familiarity left over from…