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Torn

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dainty, scalloped and ruffled in pink

like a child in church clothes

forced to sit still so as to not crinkle

or mess their special dress

but God doesn’t care if you come

in tatters and filth, wrinkled with loss

surrounded in the darkness of your past

He only cares that you come…

to Him

that you love as He does…

with every torn petal

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Ripples

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nature’s mirror, a rippled view, of the chaos rushing down a hillside

blurred moments, clear and bright the next, teaching us to follow her lead

no reason to rush, for the ending is harsh and walled

blocked by boulders of intent, sanded and strewn in the mud

whereas the soft moments, swirling gently, are caresses to be loved

the sweet kindnesses that mimic the heart of a butterfly

lifting opening hovering in contentment

on bright waves of sunshine and warm breezy hugs

Sway Away

 

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finding your tree of life

Glory kisses a seed

grow towards the light

rinse in the falling rain

shine and bow

once rooted sway away

for the light is grown in you

and hope is your seed

 

find the Messiah in you

the Hope of Glory

burning in the light

leave darkness to fall

shine from your soul

stretch your branch of hope

resting in the Messiah

the Hope of Glory

His Death

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His soft and gentle blood ran in red rapids

While His torturous death gave me my life

How I ache to become His devoted wife

Sadly I deign to think He’d have me

It’s discerning to learn I can’t repay Him

I’m disgusted my blood is soured and weak

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Yet His hope is filling an empty vessel

Dripping in time with each weeping need

Holiness replacing my soul with a lamb

Drowning me until I’m finally freed

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Suddenly I’m high with unbelievable spirit

My drumming heartbeat flows into music

For I will always be deemed worthy

Without one single second thought

Someday soon I will be His Adoring Wife

Because His Pure Love Gave Me Life

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As His hope is filling an empty vessel

Dripping in time with each weeping need

Holiness replacing my soul with a lamb

Drowning me until I’m finally freed

Life Finds A Way

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Life finds a way

in a river

atop a bus sized boulder

with only a few things needed:

sunshine, water

and something to hold onto.

In life, to find your way

through the twists and turns

raging falls and calm pools

atop a boulder or under a spell

struggling through some eventual rapids

or floating along peacefully

you only need a few things:

the sunshine God created to grow our world

the pure clean water and food He created

and His Amazing Promise to hold onto.

Everything else is just wind.

What…?

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if I wrote three stories

all about horrible things

what would that say about me

would you think I’m sick and twisted

or creative

or in a dark place without escape

 

so if you read four stories

all about wonderful things

what would that say about you

wanting to read about happy endings

or crap

dished up on a plate with whip cream

BE VIBRANT!

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be vibrant in all you do

don’t waste your time being dull and blue

when your feet hit the floor

thank God and bounce out the door

when you smile make it wide

none of this fake stuff, half out the side

when you are being kind

unroll all your giving, simply unwind

when you are understanding

take that leap, forget about landing

when you need to be strong

rely on God all the day long

when you shine with hope

others will see and learn to cope

and when you love do it completely

with no judgment, make it unconditionally

Be Love, be Hope,

be Kind, be Flagrant

Be Joy, Be Light,

Be Bright, Be VIBRANT

Amongst the Slime

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show your elegant petals, open wide

no matter how tough or strong

they have a subtle purpose, pad aside

designed to echo a simple song

of love from one singing, to another

where slime creeps trying to belong

a mire of sad souls calling, don’t bother

they just keep singing the same old song

but you are special, in so many ways

not like the scum on the surface

let the ooze of life, seen for all your days

float on by a sludge without purpose

while you are rare, you will remain

strong at heart, beauty hidden inside

ignore the slime, their power will wane

you’ll shine gloriously, they’ll run and hide

Simple Loves

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silver colored rain splatters upon the ground

spreading out like running sheep

hands flinging fingers open wide

making a point before a beep

muscles pulling the grandest jete

toes reaching the horizon in a leap

the minds of children creating joy

dreaming wildly while sound asleep

the look of new parents in any species

their tears of love uncontrollably seep

or me flying like a majestic bird

making memories I will forever keep

as easily as the trees in the breeze

bending deep

the simple loves in life

make me weep

 

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I wrote this because a friend and I were discussing how often she cries when people are mean to her. Its part of our job to deal with assholes, but it occurred to me when she said this, that I cry due to joy more often than anything else. Sure, I’m very empathetic and I cry easily if a friend is sad, and I’ll admit I have cried while watching many different types of moves, ie, the Green Mile, Phenomenon, where I bawled like a baby, and even at the end of Armageddon. (more for her losing her father, than for BW dying. lol ) Still for the most part, with mean people, I tend to get very Motherly and put them in their place. Even if I need to yell to do it!  lol  But my friend has a tender heart, isn’t very tough on the inside, and lets people walk all over her, which is sad, but I think a huge waste of tears. Those who are mean are just assholes, and you just have to let it wash over you, knowing they are miserable and will always be. Not my problem, not me that caused theirs. Simple as that.

But I’ve also learned over the years, it’s hard to teach someone to be strong, when they have no faith to give them strength. People say all the time…. OH I BELIEVE IN GOD… yet they have never once given their problem to God, wholeheartedly believed HE would take care of it, and relaxed back in the peace that this simple surrender will give. BUT YOU MUST HAVE FAITH. You must truly believe HE WILL HANDLE IT… and most people don’t.

They’re all about lip service.

  I do it daily. Usually in the morning while I drive somewhere. For some reason God and I do a lot of chatting in my truck. I ask for parking lot angels, idiot angels to keep me safe on the highway from idiot terrourrists, whatever I need, God wants me to ask Him to do it… so I do. And I am peaceful inside, not worrying about anything, throughout most of my day. Some days, yeah, I’m tired, loose my temper and have to shut someone up… but hey, no one’s perfect. lol  And God knows me inside and out. He knew I was going to do that. So why get upset, why chastise myself for not handling it right? Nope, I move on. Life is TOO SHORT to worry about the little shit. God knows why I reacted the way I did, and I ask him to forgive me when I know I’ve been wrong.

But folks, all in all, with all the weird problems in my life, I am a pretty happy person!

I find peace daily.

Find yours.

Find Joy.

Find God.

Wavering

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she folded her heart safely inside… no one knew why

simply gentle to a fault

a blossom wavering in the wind

her true colors velvety soft

to the depths of her very soul

still she chose to stand alone… no one knew why

lifting her face to the blue sky

bending just enough in the breeze

arching towards the truest light

understanding the pull in her soul

her heart began to peel open… only He knew why

Yearn

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a subtle hint

of reflected light

setting apart

a sunset flight

passing by

a wave of desire

it’s misty spray

reaching higher

grasping for air

empty fists curled

stretched wide

covering the world

it dreams of flying

never to return

reborn in a cloud

dreaming drops yearn

Opening

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velvet skin ruffled at the edges

thorns spread to spare her beauty

curled up until He smiles upon her

opening her like a present in springtime

Burst

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good morning my precious child

open your eyes and blossom

your time may be short

but if you burst with glory

they will not forget you

GONE!

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a little morning haze

turned into a glorious daze

born to fly across the sky

my fellow birds and I

 

surreal barely describes it

you know you’ve lost your wits

your breathing forgotten and gone

your heart races on and on

 

pounding to be set free

and see exactly what you see

rising up your throat for a peek

halting any attempt to speak

 

as joy flies by at an easy speed

peace floods in to fulfill ALL need

grin now wrapped around your ears

love exploding out in tiny tears

 

shake your head and focus now

get control long before you plow

into a mountain or land in a tree

your life is in your own hands… see

 

so snap out of the incredible bliss

leave behind the awesome amazingness

that phenomenal rush will soon be back

tomorrow swinging in a swing on crack

 

you can’t get enough

you never will

sleep when your dead

never stand still

D.D.

Sanded by Stone

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It never seems to stop

this hankering

this… urge.

It flows into wideness

pushing at sloped walls

running down

fraught with turbulence

sanded by stone

ingrained in the depths

of your soul.

You will know

it’s character

when you immerse yourself

in a stream of truth;

just ask yourself

is it prodding you

onto an easier path

or simply goading you

over a cliff ??

Mischief

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A whisper of hello, she shimmered as if I’d startled her, eyes tiny pools with mischief dancing in time to her swirl, waiting to see if my eyes followed her or if perhaps I was only speaking to the voices singing softly in a babble. Grinning at the distorted trees wavering in her light, I said, I see you, eyebrows raising with an instant ornery glee. Father will be so mad at me, she said with a burst of mirth, spinning in a happy blur, rainbow sparks flying from her glow, laughter twinkling between the leaves, as soft pink becomes orange glory, sunshine meshing with purple haze, and neon green deepening into a blue jazz only she heard. Oh, but to breathe in the pine and decay and flowers, I’ve missed it so-o-o-o, she said, climbing an imaginary stair, swirling down the neck of a tree, a barbershop pole of rainbow color, her laughter melting into a puddle, merging into the river below with a swish of a rainbow trout’s tail, with only bubbles reaching the surface to burst with the joy of existing, even if only, just for a moment.

SQUIRREL…

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“squirrel”

looking at me

looking at him

do you have any seeds

sorry lil dude, no food

do you have any seeds

you’re so cute

do you have any seeds

why the nervous twitch

do you have any seeds

what are you thinking

do you have any seeds

do you have fun running up the trees

do you have any seeds….

 

lol – I hope you all got this… Smile

The Beginning

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her knee peeked at her through an un-mendable hole

flannel two sizes too large billowing above three floors

of open space with six feet of ‘the willies’ to go

where the echoes of his laughter egged her on

here gripped the hand-me-down queen of clubs

completing the dare, it was always about the dare

the wall moved in a leaf killing wind

he picked his nose waiting in a silhouette

of sunshine streaming through the peak’s window

elbows shaking, her nails digging into ancient wood

giant “X’s” of two inch rotting death

for the hay pile below was almost as old

as the memories she would carry to her grave

of his hair glimmering as if he were an angel

about to throw his life away from four stories up

mastering an eleven year old flip

before landing in the decayed hay below

fluffy for about two inches, then dirt mostly

but she had to reach him first

or where was the fun in that

if she didn’t witness his feat inducing bragging

there would be no point, he’d wasted an hour

despite ending the day with a twisted ankle

or broken neck, they had no reference for that

she could never say no, for nine times out of ten

it was fun, he was fun, laughing his way through life

so of course, that day was the first time she ever flew

For a time…

 

rocks with ice in riverher cold soul

reaching into the stone

sank into the depths

of a quiet heart

barely beating

regardless

of its suffering

and hard knocks

to begin molding

a crown

fit for a frigid queen

to rest atop

and pretend for a time

she was majesty 

oh, how I LOVE SNOW…

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way up high, where I rarely go

its’ beauty shining brightly in a pure clean white

blanketing the darkness in a majestic sight

a miracle in physics in each tiny amazing flake

unique amongst a billion copies gloriously remake

a lonely barren mountainside longing to lift its face

to smile brightly up at God, shining back His Grace

Love me some wood…. (snicker snicker)

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Making his way back to the sea

massive arms held high

taking guns to a knew level

look at his scary beady eye!

He sees you stalking him

as he slimes his way to the beach

but what you don’t realize is

you’re not really out of his reach.

Once in the water he’s a mighty beast

eating anything found in the sea

as nothing can stop this giant woody

who is…  the Octopus Tree

🙂

LOOK AT THE MASSIVE ARMS 3-4 FEET ACROSS

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LOVE ME SOME MASSIVE WOOD!!!!!   BWAHAHAHA

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125-150 FEET TALL

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MY NEW FAVORITE TREE

THE OCOTPUS TREE

OREGON COAST

He walked into the past

mammoth

He’d led them along the shore on a path worn with use

they followed slowly behind, nibbling on greens and weeds

still in his sight, safe for the moment, he stood taller

nose lifted and sniffing the fishy sea breeze

a calmness settled into his bones as he gazed north

his view a beautiful red yellow streak across the sky

he had no last thoughts as his body hit the sand

his mind no time to process shock or wonder

it was just one second: content and wildly alive

and the next… stone

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innocence

stumbling, stuttering and sputtering into life

when passion becomes screaming and grins

life is a purple sunshiny explosion

with innocence sparkling beneath shenanigans

just as a garter snake becomes an entire zoo

or a spider starts a war filled with booboos

rolling eyes and completely losing your mind

over a shiny motorcycle of any kind

up until the motor is a roaring dragon

cover your ears and flee behind

long jean wrapped legs screaming security

maybe peeking out between the two

or if all else fails just cover your eyes

if you don’t see it it can’t hurt you

like the dusty crawling monster under your bed

or the scary eyes of the grocery store crabs

your drawn with an undying thirst to see it all

touch everything with slobbers or grabs

until you’re drained of all energy and moisture

and begging frantically for your sippy cup

silenced finally burying your head underneath

your Mother’s hair to dream of a nice fire truck

Osprey’s Redeemed

I couldn’t get this video to upload properly, but enjoy if you care to click on the link. Sorry about the swaying of my kayak, but there’s no way around it. 🙂

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNQys5osE-s

 

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He said it would be glorious

just flying around all day

but all you ever do is fish.

I like to fish.

Yes, and that’s fun for you

but I would like to paint

or knit or read a book.

But you told Him

your greatest desire

was to fly, and here you are.

But sushi, every day,

for fifteen years?

It appears He has a sense of humor.

Good Morning, He said.

 

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God’s alarm clocks

astonishing

mesmerizing

pastels painted righteously

to match the harmony

of waking to the birds

an echoing twitter

tweet and caw

some saying wake up sleepy head

others passing the word

on worms bathing in the grass

fish leaping in the south end

and the best bugs

are skating round the coves

as falcons call out

the winds are mild

while I rise to perfection

and feel God is watching me

through His tiny dormer window

to see if I’ll notice

His Majesty

Waiting

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long before time…

when the world floated in silence

before a single blink created an ocean

a simple nod was all it took to form a valley

with mountains on either side

a tap of a fingernail against the armrest

and a volcano erupted for the first time

and still time had not yet begun

to trickle by in ticks

as the earth inhaled and held it’s breath

waiting to give rivers of birth

and feel the cool cleansing rains

but life stood still waiting to be born

so there was no one to hear

the sound of silence against the backdrop

of a gusting wind through an empty canyon

the explosive grumble of the land ripping open

as God scratched His initials

into the golden arm of His Throne

just bored one day

dabbling with life

a doodle on a rock

in the middle of nowhere

long before time began…

Sprinkles

sprinkles dancing

splatters of life

where will they hit

absorbed in dirt

the top of my head

burst on the window

a million to one

the same odds

you will be eaten

by a great white shark

or hit by lightning

have a baby in a cab

or die by a falling piano

sprinkles that normally

beat up the flowers

danced and slid

across my view

the flowers arched up

embracing the rain

but their love

wasn’t returned today

they barely received a peck

and I was hit by three

three single drops of rain

maybe four

I lost count

as I spun in joy

halfway around

Joyful Ache

why do my tears fall freely

tightness grips my throat

an ache rises from my chest

taking over my vocal chords

drowning my mouth in ache

when I listen to an unusual case of people being extremely kind

someone blessing another without knowing they were

or maybe they did know

the sweeping feeling

of deep deep joy

I find most times it’s the same way I feel

every time I think about every single blessing

in my life

listed out one by one

adding up to

God’s Amazing Grace

The Vastness

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One tiny soldier

a vastness reaching

beyond his view

following a pre-laid path

orders from a complete unknown

finds his way isn’t singular

he is not special

many come before him

and after

but does that make it

a worn path or plan?

A depleted source?

In all the unknowns

he can’t imagine

the vastness continues

to create and destroy;

so what leads him

to take that step?

Follow that canal?

Trudging on and on?

Is it because

he is not aware

of the possibilities

beyond his own vision

of reality

or is it that following

orders vastly reduces

a singular evolution?

Fly

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walking in a straight line

on a path that curves and rises

balancing life to avoid

failure

swaying

stumbling

falling

into the unknown

at the very end

or a beginning you fear

just around the corner

doesn’t mean you can’t

walk a tight rope

or trip yourself up

or fly through life

with elegance

or bumbling tumbles

it only means

you are traveling

on a journey

into the unknown

remembering your past

forgetting your future

just be

present

in every moment

and

fly

just

fly

Oozing

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lying around… barely moving

they ooze from the chair

like lava… puddling on the floor

the never ending fur left behind in matted wads

the only sign they were ever there

these long extinct imitations

of the Kit Species

known commonly as

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Unaltered Pic of the Day ~ God’s Painting!

perfection

absolute stunning perfection

a presence only Almighty God could imagine

our brains too tiny to weave the edge of a petal

or ring a bell just as the sun rises

but this Tulip He Created

is pure innocence brushed with righteousness

pushed to the front of His stage

by the fresh spring of green

the brilliant Glory He Is

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Painting by Hand of God

(I only took a picture of it)

Creation

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pulling the clouds down to make mountains

a swirl here, a puff there

the dark ridge to the left mimicking an earlier creation

of a mountain ridge covered in snowpack

but they’re just clouds

clouds making my heart flutter

hanging low just above the rise of earth

as darkness and light decide who’s in charge

their gentle battle rarely causing harm

yet creating a pastel of unbelief

shimmering, hanging in the balance

by the greatest hand to ever wave across the sky

to show us

what Heaven must truly be like

An Afternoon Stroll

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taking a stroll along the riverside

heading up stream because the bank swells up there

fewer boulders to stub their toes on

more sunlight around that curve they’ll happily share

they inch their way so slowly

even the deer and elk didn’t notice right away

never making a run for it

having all the time in the world they bend to say

snagging along dragging into eons

their roots opposing this high speed dashing

barking knees creak and groan

breaking records only in the quarter mile passing

not only pines and evergreens

squirrel stashes and underground bunny holes too

but leaving behind painful peckers

a rocky past and the downtrodden touristy view

Blue

 

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(I know it’s bright, but do you see the two Great Blue Heron’s fishing?)

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Clouds on a winter day, a million shades of gray

But the sky is a blue gem, God’s choice on a whim

Water a cold deep blue, hiding nothing from a birds eye view

Ripples behind the breaking rocks, against the trees it knocks

Newborn twigs fighting for light, fish stay clean out of sight

A typical day on a river, glorious life in a sliver

I’ve always dreamed…

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I’ve always dreamed of God speaking to me

yet some days, like today, I did not shine

and it saddens me

to think I don’t deserve it

to realize that I’m not nearly good enough

to deserve His direct contact

yet its not like I don’t realize I fail

miserably, a lot, often, I fail

I let my anger and impatience

take over, ruin my day

ruin any chance I may have

and it saddens me

to know, I know, I know deep down

I don’t deserve to speak to Him

the Holiest being, The Creator

yet a tiny little spot

right inside my heart

still waits, still hopes

that one day I will rise

higher than the mountains

higher than an eagle flies

and I know, I know, deep down

I WILL speak to Him

on that day

Life Is Too Short

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tiny little lives touched by light

a multitude fresh as spring dew

surviving snowfall and frosty mornings

seeming undaunted and bright

their perkiness and fullness unmatched

as each morning they fearlessly stand strong

teaching us that life is too short

to waste hiding in a dark corner

sheltered and alone on a long winters day

Disdain

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do not flash that bulb in my eyes again

do not force me to puke on you

do not tell me to smile

do not tsk tsk at me

do not turn away from me

do not tell him he is so cute

do not compare any of them to me

do not forget who is your boo

do not be mistaken

I have a hairball with your name on it

and I have to pee

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flames licked aimlessly

frolicking on the edge

a feral dance

full of wild wishes

obsession coming to life

in a brilliant flush

fuming at the core

by a kindled lust searching

through slivers shivering

below an angry rage

a gaping need

trying to inhale serenity

gulping at the taste

of evaporated hope

just out of reach

an inflamed breathlessness

screams at the sudden recoil

realizing with cold concern

its heart is seared

burning out witlessly

just a fiery luster

a blink or two long

then

cold

gray

ash

Shades

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from the shadows

I can almost feel the warmth

the cool tint teases me

reaching into haze

I seek

a silent tone

bending the darkness

stretching into a brightness

but I hug the dusk

of obscurity

unlit

in the dimness

comforts my gloom

and surrounds me in a gray

veil of murky angles

tangling fear

in a bow

tied up in shades

scented with a haunting

like a plague pursuing old bones

trying to blot out my trail

of dark sunken steps

as I stumble

blindly

into the light

A lonely bench

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smiling, deeply, at the glory I see

I sit on a lonely bench covered in snow

placed at the top of a ridge at bird level

yet the birds are gone for now

and I’m lost in the silence

the crisp air tingling in my lungs

as a tiny snow shower shimmers

from the trees gently swaying

I can see my home far below

yet its empty for now, cold

and missing my lost child

who miles away may be also sitting

lonely on a bench in the snow

but sometimes prayers just aren’t enough

to fill that hollow hurt

that seems as wide as the valley

and reaches to the distant sky

yet I still smile

at the Glory I see