I’ve prayed your errs away
You have new legs
Courage owns that heart
Your mouth’s filled with all the words you needed to say
I’ve petitioned for our yesteryears
Our carefree years
Before choices went awry
Endless chances to try and try
I’m becoming music
You’ll find your song
What eternity wanted
We hummed along
And I drove to the ocean
And laughed alot
Spoke of muscle cars with motor heads
Saw The Milky Way
And it was the first time
And the only time
Food tasted perfectó
Sand made sense
And although I ruined the piñas
And strayed too far from shore
Living has felt sweeter
Smiling has saved me
Dedication: To my family, to all flowers, and to best friends — whether I ever see them again.
I wanted the mystery
I’m not the only one
It’s still there, waiting
And it never runs
Nor tries to hide
So I spy
Sometimes unintentionally
With my little hoping eye
And see
Intrigue smile at me — what glee!
Thankful for such prophecy
This jubilant rush
Calls with none notice
And we run…and we see
Magnificat unlocked
Inspiration Credit: Psalm 103:1; “Bless the LORD, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name!”
Show me what to draw with my crayons, oh Lord!
Lead the dance of my heart and feet!
If, people would see you in all my art
Then, my walk on Earth is complete
Art Credit: Lyla, age 6; March 2014
Dedicated to Lyla, who has never been afraid to be bold with her art, and Mom, who has never been afraid to be bold with her heart. Happy Birthday, today, epic ladies!
O Coppery-satin bomber jacket, Coppery-satin bomber jacket! Wherefore art thou, Coppery-satin bomber jacket? Deny thy Goodwill bin and refuse the ravages of time….
Imagine unbreathing for some forescore years, then having a time come to pass
When clarity, friend, helps you inhale again — Particulates gone, at long last!
Regaining the truth you’d abandoned to fog and the voice in your head not your own
Such oxygen acts as a nitrous lead foot — the checkered flag’s yours, welcome home!
The movie house has shut its doors
The Nepalese cafe burned down
Some ocean somewhere lost its salt
Some mountain range fell to the ground
Our schoolhouse — just a memory
Our hometown, your address belies
Just you, just me, but never we
Just why won’t time become goodbye
These are tender days
Savor, now, what frees shadows
Bravery, breath, time
Do you ever see wild animals?
There in the mirror
Barefoot tricycle driver
Wild woman walking
What are we to do
When at the end of each day
Goodbye will not come?
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