humble in our lives.
Striving for perfection and being cut down often by
human stubborness and sin, we each do the best we can
and hope we will be forgiven by God in time.
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Everywhere, turning joy into sorrow – leaving piles of feathered tearsto sort out life’s miseries.Searching certain paths of meaning, filing memories in cardboard boxes, getting them ready for funeral pyres.Ascending to heaven, sitting at it’s gates, wondering if life is really as bad as it always seems.Knowing that it is, sensing it’s ruin, falling to…
Collapsing seriously on sides of out-of-the way roads,
Forgetting absolutely on purpose, so memories can’t overtake or passknowledge of interior intellect.
Sun shining upon a cold stone day, taking in visions and their details, absorbing them onto photographic screens, taking time to watch their memories fill my mind.
Causing rearranging to alter each picture and bring it into focus for another aspect of life and its’ always changing features.Leaving reality beside itself as I take rides on imagination’s roller coasters.
Thoughts ready at a moment’s notice,
expressed as they fall steadily from afast falling waterfall always in my mind.
Resting in similar fashion from one day to another,
Looking to the future, opening doors without thinking about it,and finding mysterious endings to everything.