More Than A View
I think a lot of people would be better served if they could sit here for a week, or even two. The isolation, creation so perfect, in thought and silence, would be better than we…
I think a lot of people would be better served if they could sit here for a week, or even two. The isolation, creation so perfect, in thought and silence, would be better than we…
How could I have been so busy that I didn’t have time for the sky? The setting I seek, to drift, and ponder each and every why.
Sometimes I stay up quite late just so I can let my mind run away from the real, and approach subjects that I would much rather touch, or certainly feel.
Then there are times when I lengthen the day just to wrestle free from the noise, you know, to get out from under the distractions, and that which just annoys.
So, what. So I can prove that, maybe, something good happens after midnight, and I descend to the depths of thought, just to get to the core, then I sit and write.
Go to some quiet place, exhale, bow in reverence, and just pray.
List every little thing you are thankful for if you need words to say.
Pray pastor, please continue to pray, so I don’t have to raise my head or open my eyes. I wish not to wipe my eyes, nor do I care to address the shortness of breath…
Stories in every stone Then came a silence, a hush that only solitude knows The hazy sun, diving to the horizon all aglow Peeked, all other sounds, tho faint, seems to explode Hidden now, a…