People like this don’t come around very often, cherish them and keep them close!
All of these lessons presented
All of our entire lives long…
Are to teach us, each one
One and only one thing only
The way to love each other more
How to let go-live to the core
Move from being broken up
To remain constant and whole
Begin to see something sweeter
A gain not necessarily material
From all the strife of life, escape
While we rescue another ready
To pass on the favor given up
Be a hero or heroine in spirit
Pain filled goodbyes must instruct
All of us to remain intact, complete
Within this simple knowledge…
It will get better…this to shall pass
Appreciate others for themselves
Just who they are in their journey
Love those all around you now
Apply the premise of only love
Art promotes people and learning through environmental studies…
Each of us can be a positive influence in our part of being in the environment of earth as we continue to spin…through the galaxy…in a multitude of universes.
We can each do our best to see the big picture. That is what makes us better drivers.
Make New Memories
It is the small pleasures,
Those “little things” noticed
This brings more joy today
A sense of real appreciation
To touch another’s heart
Help stave off lonliness
Feel a smooth petal
Study blends of colors
Fresh blooms sprung
Only today so vibrant
Tiny white Lily of valleys
Valor becomes your knight
A bright pink Lily blushes
Blue Columbine emerges
Dew has kissed this gladly
Speak for some moments
A mere few words convey
Find some truth revealed
Once hidden; concealed
Currently shows those colors
Bask in some sunshine
For evening slides in soon
And in this simple moment
A new memory, a friend
Can be made to last for life
I feel as though this past month has been rather more trying than one would like.
I always feel more than calm whenever things get done. You know, as in the lawn is mown and appears softly dew covered like bright green velvet during sunrise. And everything in the gardens are trimmed and weed free.
Well, my son spent an entire day fixing my small riding mower which has been cruelly overworked. The next week he spent several days in the hospital in intensive care with horrid pain where a virus had attacked the sac around his heart. We were all frightened out of our minds.
He recovered and had just returned to work when the line from my well here sprang a serious leak and I called a plummer on the 4th of July. He called me to say to cancel the appointment as it would be far too expensive. Toughing it out for three days with no water was one thing. Worse was having him in this damp space battling to fix it so soon after a hospitaization.
Then, this past weekend I hurried home after babysitting to find some mean person has kicked in the front door and stolen the lion’s share of my valuables. I admit there were angry reactions all around.
The Sheriff’s department has been reasonably proficient and the investigation is still in process.
I pray blessings will come of it all.
My friends and neighbors came the next day and rebuilt the casing with steel reinforcement.
What next? My own experience in relentless investigation follows a methodical path to justice.
Even if there are no satisfactory results I can only continue to do what I think is right.
Like visiting my elderly aunt and rubbing her cold feet to improve her circulation.
A day with the Amish yesterday also had some healing effect.
I have written to the heart in you
Re-wrote it several times
Read it to you while you were sleeping
In whisper, free-form, without rhymes
I have spoken to the silence
That you put under your pillow
The easy dreams of zero heartbreak
In a world of such little gains
I have decided to honestly gift you
Entire poems to remember pain
It’s all backwards since we became artists
At the center of my life, I Forget my own names
I have written to the soul for you
Our soul, the one soul, the truth cannot stop
Just because one voice dies
Our manner of speaking changes
With the times, I’m sick of saying
The same thing, reading the same poem
There’s nobody as sick of themselves as me
Because I wanted an end to language
I become sick of duality
So I have written to the spirit in thee
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