These days shall be remembered, not for what
Are the errors of our
generation, but for
The lies of the few who
held high office in
Times of greed, fear, and
utter desperation.
That we were so deceived,
and did not
Try all means to demand
justice in the face of vaunted
Men’s unjust treatment of
the powerless, our
Souls cry out to our
children for redemption.
Saturday, June 1, 2024
Times That Try
Friday, May 31, 2024
Happily Ever After
I think of you when sunlight
Bursts through the clouds after a storm.
I think of you when stars in the night sky
Whirlpool around the North Star.
I look for your beauty in each waking instance,
Afraid I’ll miss one passing glance.
I must stay, but while you’re away,
I’ll search for the essence of you.
I walk in dark woods and mark
The gentle beating of your heart
In the trickling of a forgotten creek and the
Creak-creaking of Redwoods in the wind.
Time heals the wounds of love’s fire and
Steals the blooms in the gardens of desire.
Maybe I’ll stay awhile in my gardens – still,
Without a word, you drop me to my knees,
And comfort me with sweet memories of our
Once Upon a Time.
Love is not ended just because you’re not here.
My blessings overflow with love to share.
Your blessings of grace bring tidings of love;
Love that prepares me for living.
You gave me a life, one to be lived
Happily ever after.
Bursts through the clouds after a storm.
I think of you when stars in the night sky
Whirlpool around the North Star.
I look for your beauty in each waking instance,
Afraid I’ll miss one passing glance.
I must stay, but while you’re away,
I’ll search for the essence of you.
I walk in dark woods and mark
The gentle beating of your heart
In the trickling of a forgotten creek and the
Creak-creaking of Redwoods in the wind.
Time heals the wounds of love’s fire and
Steals the blooms in the gardens of desire.
Maybe I’ll stay awhile in my gardens – still,
Without a word, you drop me to my knees,
And comfort me with sweet memories of our
Once Upon a Time.
Love is not ended just because you’re not here.
My blessings overflow with love to share.
Your blessings of grace bring tidings of love;
Love that prepares me for living.
You gave me a life, one to be lived
Happily ever after.
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