Some do not understand Why we turn and walk away Never Knowing our fragile hearts How they beat another rhythm When we give ourselves today, How the tears are Ripples From the fountains feeding Who we try to be while Feeling incomplete vessels Sampled forms deserted for Others With greater prospects, appeal, Turned with haste into examples Of what may have been, through Greater effort within potential.
The light finds each flaw Magnifies the cracks, spaces, Where There is still a chance To advance, to be adorned With the singular lovelinesses Admitting sudden fascinations Displacing consternations. All In all, it is in God’s hands Who may bless possible plans Or sudden, place us on Another path With probabilities grander Than anything previously Understood By who we could become.
Three hours of sleep nightly, one cannot long abide. However, once medication changes are absorbed, there can be improvements. Even now, a few days in much has been accomplished.
I am quite tired this evening, so I am only writing a few words.When youu are trying to catch up, it is wise not to try to do everything at once. Time was invented to keep everything from happening at once. Pace yourself to protect yourself. Tomorrow, after all, is another day. Should it not arrive your plans will have little validity anyway.
I talked to a lady today with life tragedies that were overwhelming. At one point her mental state had affected her physical state to the place she was confined to a walker. Her faith in God remained steadfast, and today, she is an active and happy 70-year-old
Life may deal us blows, but we know whom we trust, and we can stand in faith against the storm.
I hope this weekend gives you reasons to rejoice. I am likely confined for a day or two. I way overdid what I have the stamina for accomplishing. You know when you set a goal, and the deadline walks in and sits right beside you. It has been that week.
I challenge you to set one small goal and work on it cosistently over an appropriate amout of time and reward yourself at the completion.
There is a point reached Time And time once again When the gift becomes Almost An aching burden for freedom Because there is a wonder Why The labor which cannot be Deserted has nothing more to Recommend It continue to the wandering Mind that wishes to whet its Purpose In a pool of sensations better Suited to its voracious appetite But Realizes its sentence is born In the flash of creativity Without Any more reason than words Exist and hungry call for writing.
Leaf light filters through Casting mosaic patterns Brown, crimson, golden Painted floor of woods cushioned So footfalls are hardly heard. Somewhere a dog howls, A coyote snickers and yelps An owl asks questions No one deigns to give reply Quiet nestles peace to rest. As dusk falls, followed By the skeins embroidering Night, a crystal moon Sighs strewing pale reflections Of incandescent day bright. Beyond window glows Secrets like insulation Keep swallowed stories As deep as Earth and Ocean Full as the starred Milky Way. In hearts brilliant hot Coals aroused to give new flame Love Becomes Again Whatever the driving force, We, humans, find home together.
I live in my head more often than not, but over the last two days, I have also spent time in the real world. Albeit, my real world, I did extensive work inside the house yesterday and outside it today.
My encounters with bugs, snakes, snails, reminded me why I prefer interiors. Guess I should expect the critters living in the woods, but they are creepy.
I brought in the towels used to sop up excess water when the Explorer leaks. As I got in the mud room a little green lizard, an anole, went flying across the room. It promptly hid out. I said some prayers hoping I could return it to the wild, because it would die in here.
I fixed Pepperjack Cheese Waffle Fries and ate them. When I went back to the door awhile later I saw my visitor. I tried to catch it, but on the third try I prayed again, and somehow I caught the little cutie. I held its tail while it sat on my bicep and took it out to the porch.
I am glad to say the release was successful. I am quite sore, and my computers still won’t go on the internet, so I am brief.
I hope you have an excellent rest of the week. Everybody’s Working For The Weekend by Loverboy. Stay safe and remember love is what the whole world needs.