Findest thine the soul of self
Buried in dept of solitudes
Where thou art in peace of mind
Tranquil to heart’s beat to life
The somber breeze passes not
Yet restest upon thine being
As forest’s leaves sing praise
Symphonic in combined pieces
From the moon to stars
The outers of space
Crickets chirp to night’s delight
To darkness that is truly not
Ocean’s seas pondereth waves
To orchestrate a solstice peace
Yet another player for thine
To bury thyself in solitudes grace
I took this picture two weeks ago.
Is it a sunrise or sunset?
Love IS hard but it is the only glue that bonds a relationship through the moments that are trying, for one or both in love. I’m sure thoughts and feelings of is it really worth it enter any relationship. That is only answered in the heart. How much can it take? How long does it sustain strength to endure…ensure…it will have what it desires, needs, wants in fulfillment and satisfaction.
Tenderly strong is the heart. Powerfully weak as well. Baffling it is by the decisions made because of it. It is that organ tied so in touch with that emotion called love….that feeling….embedded by the Master of love.
So fragile it is in the center of it all…in body and relationships.
All it wants?…to be loved. It’s that asking too much?
This is a poem about true love and sacrifice.
It is actually the second of two that I wrote but the first one had some imperfections that appeared after printing I’m not happy with.
The photo with the frame really doesn’t do it justice. I will edit the photo later.
It can be purchased from my Etsy Shop.
Not sure where to start after about a month and a half of silence. I won’t deny that I have been out of the loop in many ways for various reasons. While I’m driving during the day, so much is on my mind and some of it takes me on a journey of wonderment.
I look at the positives that are in my life but the things that go wrong, often overshadow any good that surfaces. I won’t crawl into a shell and become nonexistent or downtrodden, but I do have a tendency to get quiet.
Many of you know that I lost my oldest brother to prostate cancer a couple of years ago. My second oldest brother lost his battle in the same way this past February. I think about my mom and how hard this must be for her losing her two oldest in this way. I have been remembering things my brother Ray (recently past) had talked to me about over the years. One thing comes to mind that we both wished we could have done, but the funds just wasn’t there. I think I was about 17 maybe 18 years old and he said that the price of gasoline was going to rise drastically in the future. At that time, it was unheard of. We were enjoying gas prices well under a dollar per gallon, cigarettes were also less that a dollar a pack. He said that if I could, to put money into oil stock…that was good advice I didn’t or couldn’t follow up on.
Even though I didn’t talk to my brothers on a regular basis while they were here, I do miss them.
There have been other issues that have taken their toll on my mind and I do feel drained emotionally.
Attempts at getting back to a regular routine has proven to be difficult for me, but it will happen. I look to God for strength and endurance….I can’t do it without Him.
Here’s to moving on and hanging tough.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately about many different things. Some of it making me very angry, some making me think even more, some giving me feelings of despair, and some giving me answers.
Early in my life, I had been taught to take responsibility for what I do and I have done that for the most part. I am far from being anywhere near perfect and I acknowledge that. I have made many mistakes that I take the blame for. I hurt when I hurt others.
When others make mistakes that affect me, I try to remember that they too are human and mistakes happen. But when the same types of mistakes happen on a consistent basis I have a problem with that. I know we are suppose to forgive, but the Lord knows I have trouble with consistent mistakes. When and where is the line drawn? I know too we are to forgive at all times.
In this skin that is humanity, it is very difficult…all too easy to hate those that do these things to us. But in the end, it is I who will suffer because of not forgiving. I will be the one whose bones will ache and drawn into a state of depression and despair. It is my mind that will be filled with bitterness that is best used for the betterment of my life and for those around me while they that choose to live a life of doing what they do continue to do what they do, whether knowingly or not.
The importance of forgiving is just that…very important. The effects of harboring unforgiving thoughts is far more damaging than one can imagine. It has no benefits that will be good for me.
I am really struggling at the moment and I know I need to turn this around. I need to stop looking at what has happened over the past few years and move on. I have a lot of positive things going on and I am thankful for that.
Humility is hard to swallow. Perfection was given only to the one true God and He said that we are to forgive because He knows that if we don’t…it is we who will suffer…and we are to leave the rest to Him.
Hello everyone and thank you for your interest in the series
A Blogger’s Pic In Poetry
This is number 4 in the series and another photograph by Daniel Plumer
What stands out for me in this photo?…the fire and ice look, each giving the other their due respect in opposites, creating a union of beauty.
A fire travels above the cool quench below in sight
Consuming not to destroy, but to give wondrous light
The coolness below touched not by its red hot glare
Seems they two admonish, their beauty declared
Let the talent of the talent shine
Brightly as gifted it was given, absolute
Astounding, the beauty of the gifted talent
How bright the talent?…matters not
Resting it aside for still of time, wasted
For it is not the one to give the talent light
But true to the giving, it is His light shining
Once the talent is motioned thru space of time
Wonder not the beauty to the eye
Savor in His gift, the talent given to shine
Time’s relevance is irrelevant at times
Other times, so vastly important
Seeking to achieve one’s destiny
Time waits for no man at all times
Man’s purpose, sought by man throughout
In degrees that vary for purpose in life
Some to persevere in want and need
By others in disillusionment and despair
Flashing moments portray accomplishments
Times even to them who feel failure
Remember one and all, remember
Time’s relevance, in the hands of one
I haven’t felt much like writing lately and it feels awful. I’ve almost felt like going into hibernation or I’m already there.
The strange thing about this?….a lot of good things are happening around me that affects me directly or indirectly, but still I encounter the doldrums. As always, I know this won’t last but nonetheless it takes the fire from the coals that would heat.
No, I am not sulking or in dismay, I am just at a point of stagnation…kind of like a car out of gas and instead of filling the tank, keep turning the key in hopes it will soon start.
Maybe I’ll realize soon that I need to open the car door, retrieve the gas can and walk to a gas station to fuel the car.