Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Shadows Of The Past
Spanish moss blowing in the winds as it hangs from spectral limbs reaching out over bayous, reminds me how the shadows of my past and the future of my grandchildren are entertwined. Somewhere in the middle, there am I, remembering the stories of my heritage and watching the future of my progeny form...
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Monday, November 3, 2008
The Old Leaf Blower
Its his second time around today to blow the leaves away and clear the path, for in his way he serves mankind, brings beauty to the mind with what he hath to bless the souls of those who walk behind. The gentle winds cease not to blow and stir the leaves within its flow-- swirling, ceasing not to...
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Saturday, November 1, 2008
One More Time
ONE MORE TIME Let me bloom just one more time, before the winds of winter blow, a lovely blossom so sublime that freezing won't erase the glow when hearts are sad. Let me reach up to the skies on stem now bare of leaves ne'er giving up because time flies, another dies, or someone grieves for what...
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008
No Drip Dry Today
I saw God, in the puddle, after the rain. The puddle stretched from side to side across the path I chose to tread. It was deep and clear, and mirroring the sky. The borders on each side were muck and mire, and not inviting to the feet or eye. I saw God, in the puddle, He spoke to me, and showed me...
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Monday, September 29, 2008
Lacking Perfection
Your love is like the ocean waves that beat upon the sandy shore and wash away the evidence that others walked before. My love is like new fallen snow that covers all of ugliness and makes pristine the blemished path you traveled in your loneliness. Our life is now. All gone the past. We come...
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