All times that we are missing here, still on earthly shores.
Feeling his presence with us as we sit in the Lodge of the FOP, listening to karaoke.
A beautiful setting for remembering someone we love and dearly miss.
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Voices singing, coming quietly into my environment like whispers
Soaring into the atmosphere, creating many ideas, forming themfrom crystal tears and placing them carefully where they’ll finda lifetime to spend in writing their way out.Expansively incorporating all senses of definition being usedthrough emotional prose.
Walking along walls, looking down into pits of city
down paths of homelessness.Wasting away on city streets, in front of highrisebuildings full of wealth and absolutely no generosity.Families torn apart and scattered to winds of fate,no respite in sight.Likelihood of ever having homes or three square mealsa day is highly unlikely.Yet, owners of businesses and politicians can careless as they travel in private jets…
Insistent worries creep into mind, but I chase them away with musical rhythms of my soul.
Sanctioning relaxation of my mind through writing contemplation.
Longest days of the year accumulate and adjust
and set in sunsets.Deepening in death’s embrace, we move forwardinto denizens beyond us.
Joyful moments spent together preparing
sanity as we calmly laugh and become ourdestinies moment by moment in single file.
Saying nothing, resisting communication with anyone, preferring to slip into a silence beyond earthly matters.
Writing sololy every day, no one interferring in matters of subconscious imagination, filling my mind with innate intelligence and learning.