Beautiful scenery, surrounding me through imagination –
breath-taking to my soul.
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Friends touch our lives with hands of God as we live our times together.
Then a day comes along where we can only pray for the well-being of each other, because God has decreed it so.Resting in God’s hands, one of our lives becomes wholly His again.
Easy sounds of morning dripping into a pot, permeating
Quiet renderings filling a mind with peaceful, heartfeltthought of in backwoods of memories and images of yester-year.Sitting back easily in a recliner, all thoughts convertto imagination and it’s sublime joy.Hovering constantly throughout the day, waiting forchances to be written in works of art, a poem, a picture,sustaining life from minute to minute – to outlast…
Abruptly brushing away tears of frustration as they fall uninterruptedly from my soul.
Knowing healing is taking place in it’s own time, wishing it would speed up a little more so I can feel like I’m moving upward and away from what I’ve been through.Tears of frustration continue to fall, irregardless of how or what I feel or think right now.
Falling upon earth, words lie in a heap.
Words just lie about and wait for speech to bring them out.Some are always left upon the ground, because there are no sentences to contain them.Everyone refrains because they don’t want decaying dinosaurs clouding up their minds.