Crispy, crunchy bits on the floor
Remnants of what was once me
Speak in sequestered voice
Whispers for none to hear
Memories masked in flimsy gauze
Distort into moaning miseries
Slices of soul oozing through my eyes
Trek along determined trails
Hollowness hails each morning
Darkness so deep that no light gleams
Heaviness haunts my limbs
Paralyzes rational thought
No hope, no light
Nothing but everlasting midnight
Covers my heart
Entrapped in cement, I wail
Coins tumble, tumble
out of hand
a mixture of polished metal
silver and copper
jumbled, jumbled
deep into the recesses
of comfy couch
mistakes made buried deep
lie in wait
amid cushions covered
in brawny plaids
speak of treasures
locked in fertile sand
surprises in the soil
awake, awake thanks to
spring’s sprinkled bath
wash away layered dirt
open panes for light
to raise
green, green carpets
softly felt
reaching down with fingers
strong and stronger
treasures scooped
enjoyed with joyous
yelps and yells
glorious bursts explode
dazzling, dazzling eyes
fall’s ritual cleansing
wondrous wonders uncovered
fill the hand, the land
with blossoms of glory
begin with tumble
of jumbled coins
lost, then found
Yosemite National Park is
One of the most exquisite beauties.
Standing in its grass covered valley,
Energized by roaring waterfalls,
My heart expands: incomparable,
Incredible vistas surround me.
Tremendous witnessed awesome power.
Escapist’s vacation location.
Nothing impresses me more than this
Admirable verdant valley, with its
Towering, tree-devoid mountain peaks,
Iconic, historic wood buildings,
On-rushing river, wilderness trails,
Newly blossomed colorful flowers.
All gathered into a preserved spot
Left for generations to enjoy.
Protected from all development.
Absolutely stunning to the eye
.
Reminder of the glory of God
Kept as a witness to His power.
I dreamt that I traversed the sands of time
to a place mysterious and sublime.
Where gigantic trees with branches stout,
safely nestled all feathered friends about,
providing shelter from many foe,
yet allowing freedom to come and go.
Silky soft leaves whose gentle caress
becalms restless souls, soothes with fine finesse
young and old alike; no bias here
where all live in peace for many a year.
Through the sands a winding river ran
giving sustenance to both beast and man.
Surprisingly blue with not a trace
of sinister longings upon its face.
It speaks of a sweet love; it calls to me,
“Step right in,” it says, “ and I’ll set you free
from all that ails; as well sin and pain.
You have nothing to lose, but much to gain.”
With tremulous step I slowly crept
into her warm, comforting arms. I slept.
Or thought I did, for there soon appeared
hosts of angels. I panicked, afeared
of my demise. But to my surprise
they lifted me on high with joyous cries.
The night did end. My dream soon left.
The suffering world found me quite bereft
and yearning for that heavenly place
whose welcoming arms did me quick embrace.
One thing alone I brought home with me:
knowledge that all men could soar high and free
seeking truth, wisdom, righteousness, and grace.
making earth a truly heavenly place.
From my window
I see children at play
Two tiny boys
Brothers
Bouncing a seemingly large basketball
With skills beyond their sizes
Three girls, maybe eight or nine,
Ride matching pink bikes
Around and around
Weaving in and out of driveways
Between parked cars
Smiling and giggling loudly
A young teen washes his old car
Rubs hard at the rust spots
On the bumper
As if, by that simple act,
He could remove the damages
Of time
One of my neighbors turns on
His electric lawnmower
And all sound is obliterated
obnoxious reverberations
erase the pleasantries
of the summer day
calling me back to
my workday world
I miss the exuberance of children,
The intensity of the teenager,
And the innocent belief in a world
Becalmed in a storm of noise.
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