Feeling enlightened every moment of every day set in musical rhythms and melodies.
Sunday evening concert, Martha singing, beautiful voice – angelic.
Mixed with a chorus of other people, strobe lights flashing stars and symbols all around the room.Caught up in the excitement of the moment, everyone jumped to their feet, clapping and singing along.An awesome concert by all intentions, as we left with joy and prayer filling us with faith.
My heart is falling into an abyss,
Leaving me desolate and withouthope from this moment forward.
Thoughts flowing like a river through nature,
leaving a stream of white behind it.Watching words produce pictures in my mind asI write them out for all to see.Knowledge sitting astride subconsciousness,promising better tomorrows, left from poemsscattered around to be read in another time whenI have died and gone beyond them.
All poets plan a stage of events, powerfully
Sticking straight to the point, never bowingout, messages are presented with very few words.Tears are jerked from souls who read poems,sighs manage to escape, sometimes even laughter.All the world is set in motion at the stroke ofa pen completing a poem.
Watching television as cameras pan across the crowd, highlighting special friends and families in their sorrow.
As a camera hovered for a moment on Jim’s parents, his mother’s smile reflected that of Jim’s.A special gift to treasure every time she looks in the mirror – Jim’s smile is fashioned after hers.