producing valuable thoughts to be seen in
prose.
Giving some people pause, stopping ways
they have always done things and now are
changing their lives for the better.
Redesigning their futures, giving the
world the benefit of their individual
talents and ideas.
On a plain of beauty, all of mankind is
united in one endeavor, bringing it to
final fruition.
Charging into the shadows, knowing there’s only one way out and not realizing where in the ebony blackness the exit is at.
Total recall of His gifts, given without reserve,to a little one so grateful for them.
Trees growing with water all around and no sound at all – except my pen writing it all down.
Instead, floundering on edges of eternity not knowing which direction to take so as not to fall into tar pits of reality.
Gently, laid to rest, no more hopes or dreams, just tones of rhythm keeping me in a quiet, serene atmosphere that no one can interfere with no matter how loud or insistent they happen to be.
