A fruitless endeavor, hoping for more time together, yet I try to get it to come about in unending prayers cried from my interior heart and being recited by my mind tonight.
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Darkened corners of my mind see injustice of the past, they fluidly rerun every circumstance I’ve been through.
Feelings being felt at the same time and kept hidden from everyone around me.Nothing slips out and no one can tell what is going on inside of me, unless I write it down.
Focusing on edges of beyond as I sit here
in rhythmic notes, in front of many people.No longer a secret self, brought out intothe world of musical talent.Offering up many melodies, to be sent intointerior collections of poetry.Insinuating themselves in an array of roses,scented from within depths of my soul,standing in heaven’s realms.
Prickly pear cacti sitting in a little triangular space, relocated there from their natural habitat in the Arizona desert.
Careless people, uncaring of the environment, also placing native plants, trees and cacti in harm’s way.
Sensations of timeless love twitter along
scenting the atmosphere, filling twilightevenings with an aging beauty, lasting forever.
Thanksgiving is almost upon us, just two days away from fruition and plentiful cornucopias of delicious food and prayer.
Sitting at tables filled with home-cooked goodies waiting to be gotten into, filled with elation as we talk and visit, watching our children take root in family tradition, one day to carry on when we are no longer here with them.(10: 54 a.m. – 11/21/07)