It's always the quiet ones tranquil serene floating through the astro turf stepping on weeds. They seem complete level headed dependable until they jump out a tree or drown in the sea.
Author: Simone
Loves to tell and hear untold stories about people, places and experiences!
Silent Season
Be still allow the void to run its course sit with no one else breathe the newnes of yourself let the desert be your oasis centrally instilled homeostasis. You, you will be moulded into carnelian true pure clear ready to win the battle. When ready you will be awaken kissed or shaken your destiny revealed you will not be forsaken by the blindess of men sitting at rickety tables polished though not able to read your destiny.
Change
“The only constant is change”.
Is this true? I think it is. What about you? So change lives with you, makes you stretch, reach, and see beyond your door. So, open the door and step through.
Octavia Butler once wrote, “All that you touch you change. All that you change changes you. The only lasting truth is change.” Do you really change where you go? Maybe so. After all, if you walk the same path all your life the green parts will give way to the dirt below. So even not changing brings change. To ride off into the sunset is impossible because the sun sets. The, sun, sets. Just before it disapears beyond the horizon and while you are jetting off into it, it leaves you for some time, then comes back up the next day, providing light. During the time it is gone, you have the ride the uncertainty of the moonlight, which is not bright enough. Does it mean when you ride off into the sunset you are persona non grata? Who knows. You still have to keep riding, even in the dark because the world will not stand still.
But Change is good so let us embrace it. Throw off all the misundertood and misunderstanding and just go forth. So as today melts into tomorrow, change greets us with hello.
I am committed
I wake up in a cold sweat the moon sneers - terrified - What have I missed. Life kept life-in, things kept happening while I was amidst. Lost in terror of fear beaten down by wayward cares. Finally, the water receeded a little- thought I could walk on water alone... I must atone To find my way home I must walk in the sun
Doubt
Doubt
sees,
darkness
droughts
helplessness
loss
fear
stuntedness.
Why doubt?
See light
open doors
calm nights
free days
and victories.
40 Years Long
I could cry... 40 years long... a cursed song. What a fight 40 years of night... always missing the light. Why Lord why? We believe the lies and never try. In circles we go there was no Jericho only dry dessert land. Thrist nearly kill we! It took a rock. Still we were loud and wrong not strong we did not believe the Big Man. 40 long years even after the splitting sea it took one generation long... before we see touch the Promise Land.
My Twilight
For Mrs. J Now is the twilight of my life the shadows overshadow me. A few stubborn rays cling to the gray hairs that adorn my crown. Eighty-nine years. I have travelled far, seen many wonderous sights. Felt life pulsing in, around, between through me. When I cannot see you as you are I see you as you were. What a sight! When the light get's too bright I sink in the shadows and glow with stories of old. Now in my Twilight.
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