the trees and look out over the fields.
For hours he’d daydream about things he was going to do in life.
As the years passed quickly by, Old Blue remained in his mind’s
eye, always thinking of what he would someday accomplish.
Last Tuesday, Old Blue died in his favorite spot beneath the
trees, never having done any of the things he’d daydreamed of
doing one day.
His mind surpassed his reality.
goblet’s tables.Tantalizing strings of melancholy fill their ears with it’s eeriemelody.Striving to overcome the distance felt between them, stepping lightlyas popcorn through thoughts of once great men.Looking at stones marking graves of long dead bones, knowing that allbrains of great men have since turned to dust.Leaving fine particles on the ground, there is no longer…
Designating rhythms fill up their minds, allowing all to find pleasure in just relaxing and being at peace.So many after-effects melt away and ease everyone into playful moods, finding talking and eating a totally pleasurable experience and wanting to repeat it on a weekly basis.Cantering away, everyone is explicitly happy and filled with an elation…
Anticipating joy, being grateful for everyone I am friends with.Special thanks always through prayer to God in heaven for puttingsuch special people on my path as I travel through life.Writing my way, daily, enjoying gifts God has given and appreciatingHis goodness towards me.
Unfurling haggard flags of past retribution, knowingtheir uselessness and sorrow having felt it myself inempty corridors of progressing life.There are no paths, no roads, paved with answers oflife, we wend our ways blindly from birth to deathwithout a clue of where we’re going or where we mightend up.
family.So touching, so loving, an atmosphere of heaven-sentbouquets.Roses falling into our changing lives, bringing thefragrance of God into view.
Wanting to see what is missing without their presencein dances of life.
