Here’s my smile, it can’t be “quiet,” for I feel Sunny
We’re alive, and in this moment, that is thrilling
This invitation I extend, yet I’m confounded
How most times, it goes unnoticed…unaccepted
But this fair soldier, marches on, undeterred
Undiscouraged, lacking any short-term mem’ry
If you see me, carry on, or you may join me
Either way, I cannot care…there is this mission
I am the godsend
Who flew them to you
You won’t think to thank me
What learning you’ll do
We shan’t leave this life
‘Til this truth finds the mind:
Fairytale thinking,
That must stay behind
Maybe we needed That Wind
That Spirit, changing us from within
Raging ‘gainst our window’s panes
Rattling our beliefs about what’s right
When morning came
Sand was shook and rock now stands
How much longer would the night have been
Praise God for That Wind
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!
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!
What are we to do
When at the end of each day
Goodbye will not come?
In such seeming eve of winter
This prophetic promise
The color will come back
Must the sun stay shallow
No!
Nor the green-gold, buried
Hearken days when cold, cold steel had not stolen light
Lift your eyes
Stride bold, through “til end of night
Original Inspiration Credit:
Psalm 121
1 I lift my eyes unto the hills, where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: He that keepeth thee will not slumber.
4 Behold, He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.
6 The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
7 The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: He shall preserve thy soul.
8 The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
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