being inspired by sights of nature’s mountainous ranges,
feeling small gusts of wind, touching interiorly,
spaces of loneliness.
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Belief in God is an interior peace, a motive to be
Sounds of life cover slowly, our lifetimes withspiritual serenity, even on darkest days of silence.Candles glowing in heaven, awaiting God’s answersto our prayers, as we live our lives accordingly.
Time is everlasting, waiting on sidelines, and we wantonly pass it by.
Becoming a toddler, learning how to live, eat and talk.Our personalities formed forevermore – mapping out our future, laying the roads to what we will someday be or do.Finding ourselves floundering through puberty, awkwardly, we shape our values as we stumble into adolescence and find we now have morals – we understand them – but…
Charting programs of destiny in books of fate,
Charging them with ions of proclivity towards endingsin praise of God.
Swinging from ropes of life’s situations,
Never allowing it slack, keeping it tautso as not to fall into it’s trap.Singly taking attitudes, adjusting them,covering over them, letting it all be,until it comes collapsing on top of us.
There’s a melody singing it’s life for you, settling notes into sleepy etudes so everyone can close their eyes and begin to dream in slumber tonight.
Touching down on keys of soft beauty, manufacturing a bevy of songs for all to hear and enjoy as they are gently rocked and swayed to sleep by a lovely lullaby.Soothing hearts battered from daylight hours of working too hard.