Ummm...For a long while I've tried to be a spiritual kind of guy...Like all humans I have my foible's...my moments of unclarity...The following is a
measure of a thought along a certain train...
Please do not allow any connotation that might disagree with your belief system's to cloud your enjoyment of the work itself...
Blow wind blow leaves drift down
Time the wry master of all
Subtle sure wear your frown
As summer gently wanes to fall
He'll touch the gardens and the soil
Ply his trade with measured grace
While slow and steadfast in his toil
He'll weave the coming seasons place
Caressing threads that ever run
Between each moment hallowed fare
Such wondrous garments nature spun
Goodbye he bids goodbye with care
There within his hands are held
The ones that Father called away
Whose threads unraveled from the meld
With love he lets them end their stay
I wrote this one Autumn while watching the leaves change color and fall...Of course...me being me...I had to ponder some greater significance...I've
been truly blessed to just sit idle and inward watch the marvel of life...To honestly appreciate how significant my part within the compass of the
If there is one thing that I would ever hope to accomplish.......it would be to reach deep within your heart and wake a like awe...
...To every day and each moment...may you be as wonder struck as I...
edit on 24-5-2015 by YouSir because: I wished it so...