winding a way through the maze surrounding us finding the paths that stories from yesterdays laid down. enjoying the vistas from high grounds and pondering the voids from the depths in darkness.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Then again ...
Then again … the water was messy – people – lazy – left garbage – left waste – last remnant of their time here – not bad – garbage tells a story – stories – wonderful tales – tales of laughter - joy – food –drinks – burgers – soda – games – balls, bats, gloves, hopscotch …
Labels:
just comes,
pebbling,
without label :)
Creative Director of ‘The Pebbling Process’, Poet, Writer, Speaker & Consultant
So many wonderful stories lay undisturbed, waiting, in the pebbles along the paths our lives have taken ...
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
I intend
I tell you
I intend
To stay close
thank you
again
For your prayers
for me
always grateful
forever
I intend
To stay close
thank you
again
For your prayers
for me
always grateful
forever
Labels:
lyric poetry,
pebbling,
poetry
Creative Director of ‘The Pebbling Process’, Poet, Writer, Speaker & Consultant
So many wonderful stories lay undisturbed, waiting, in the pebbles along the paths our lives have taken ...
Monday, June 8, 2009
tales of the day remain
tales of the day remain
scattered about the floor
spill out into the hall
leaving a trail throughout the house
leaving a trail of thoughts
thoughts resting where they
drifting on the desire w/o life
remains of a day now put behind
children lay at rest
dreams forming
making magic of the day’s experiences
door creaks open ray of light from hallway’s lamp
lays across the floor pointing to the
hearts that lay sleeping
loving eyes watch embracing and blessing
doors close gently two meet
stand listening clock ticking
distant sounds of cars
racing about life’s night
content together with the
sound of their own hearts
together feeling filled
they drink the richest of
God’s blessing there
scattered about the floor
spill out into the hall
leaving a trail throughout the house
leaving a trail of thoughts
thoughts resting where they
drifting on the desire w/o life
remains of a day now put behind
children lay at rest
dreams forming
making magic of the day’s experiences
door creaks open ray of light from hallway’s lamp
lays across the floor pointing to the
hearts that lay sleeping
loving eyes watch embracing and blessing
doors close gently two meet
stand listening clock ticking
distant sounds of cars
racing about life’s night
content together with the
sound of their own hearts
together feeling filled
they drink the richest of
God’s blessing there
Labels:
pebbling,
poetry,
reflection
Creative Director of ‘The Pebbling Process’, Poet, Writer, Speaker & Consultant
So many wonderful stories lay undisturbed, waiting, in the pebbles along the paths our lives have taken ...
Friday, June 5, 2009
For You?
For You? (1)
You? life you’re all
You what for? What for
eyes to see explained me to live
What for? What for for you
Inside man born I know
Filled his eyes lie I care
Open door delivered tell it
Chosen done I did it
for You? For you for you
You? life you’re all
You what for? What for
eyes to see explained me to live
What for? What for for you
Inside man born I know
Filled his eyes lie I care
Open door delivered tell it
Chosen done I did it
for You? For you for you
Labels:
lyric poetry
Creative Director of ‘The Pebbling Process’, Poet, Writer, Speaker & Consultant
So many wonderful stories lay undisturbed, waiting, in the pebbles along the paths our lives have taken ...
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