Placating his soul with a heart of gold, caring for the least of God’s creatures as if each was a total part of himself.
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Pictures in my mind,
bringing tears into eyes of bluened sadness.Imagining the love I used to feel when parents were stillhere – alive and well.Now, causing so many regrets of missing times together,wishing I could go back in time again.Facing the lonely shadows holding on to my being.Having many dreams of yesterday, yet none of them can giveme back…
Purses, handbags, pocketbooks, all holding treasures
Taken everywhere on shoulders or held by hands,transporting owner’s identification, pictures andpersonal items.Lost without one, women search store shelves to findjust the right one to fit their personalities.
Empty feelings touching my intellect, causing it to shut itself away from all people and hide forever in a haze of concealment.
Forging quietly on the way towards extinction, hoping to be lost forever and nevermore be brought to mind.
Wanting to be taken away into depths of nature where no one will ever find me and I can live in peaceful harmony far from the edges of life and it’s bizarre requirements.
Searching futilely for the path that will take me the farthest from human contact.Stillness covers and protects me from the horrors of other people’s abusiveness.A grand time, setting me apart from all the claims of friendship that are dishonest.
Singing songs from memory, giving lasting impressions that will always be available in senior years.
Painting murals along the way with written words, bringing to mind all the moments of pleasure mixed with sadness, loneliness, abandonment and noticeable joy of serenity.Across the years, finding measures of happiness coinciding with whatever life happens to give me.Standing back, looking in, being given a reprieve as life exists for my talent alone.
Racing down avenues of silent stillness, pacing myself in case I may miss something.
Pushing myself into a room without any effort, moving around in circular spaces, going through all the motions of being alive.