Retching interiorly, being collapsed
upon headstones of yesterday, not knowing
where anything will lead us.
Standing upon memorials to one another,
catching tears in all our eyes of prayer.
Hoping one day to be recognized for who we
are and not what we have done.
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Ancient melodies from around the world,
strumming of a mandarin.Frolicking and dancing on a stage,women addressing themselves to harmonies.Reaching for notes as they fall and dropinto buckets of rhythm.
Second guessing chance, hoping to beat it’s odds and
Nowhere roads leading to starting points in circular directions, never ending in conclusions, never findingany solutions to alter fate’s paths of destiny.Recognizing pictures of yesterday in succession, videosof a sort, reminding us of temporary life followingit’s progression.
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.
A woman standing on the corner, all ragged, dirty and alone.
She is a person. She has childhood memories and family.This woman has stories to tell, so why has she been left all alone on a street corner?
Precision of life is enabled as we each hear the harmonies of
Satisfying inner trends I move forward into new desert realms.Pushing back, releasing an energy of synergy, becoming thetalents God has given me to use.