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Blue roses growing in my mind, a gift from visiting heaven for moments in time.
A piece of heaven all my own, no one can take ever take them from me.On my last day, I will return them to heaven’s garden.
Taking off, meeting nature head
alluring and tempting my fancies onwayward tunes of tomorrow’s shores.Touching beats with my heart as theyflow in unison downstream, awaitingtheir fruitful renditions of thought.
Watching the horizons for your presence,
never do show up.Lifting eyes heavenward, hoping to hear yourvoice, yet there’s nary a whisper in response.
Walking alone, giving thought a myriad of subjects, rain falling gently upon me as I search for meaning in my miniscule little life.
Rushing quietly, easily, through all trials sent my way, finding my path, going it alone, traveling through oceans and over mountains towards an eternity of musical scores written for posterity.
Climbing heights, soaring into the atmosphere with a freedom held closely inside.
Instead, floundering on edges of eternity not knowing which direction to take so as not to fall into tar pits of reality.
Gray clouds swirling around in visions of my mind, generating a myriad of thoughts, gently touching my soul with delight.
As I walk among gardens filled with blue roses I once connected with sorrow and the Blessed Mother, now I feel the joy of being with God whenever the scent of blue roses enters my mind.