Some thoughts after the past presidential election. I have always thought it is better to give than receive. 11-11-24.
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle