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To Comfort the Soul

The Mag #243

"Truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is." ~ Nadine Gordiner
I have always longed for a great love
 to comfort my soul.
 One that would nourish
 every need inside and out.
 Inspire the best and with grace
 make the worst disappear.
  A devotion that would
 cradle like a soft crocheted sock
 and protect my very stance
 from the greatest of stumbling.
 Yet, in my search what I have truly found is  that the only one that can fulfill
 these needs within my soul is God,
and in my foolishness I reach out to man,
again and again at no avail.
It is in the hard fall
that I find the comfort of God.

Lovely Is the Fall

The Mag # 242

If Heaven made him — earth can find some use for him. ~Chinese Proverb

There are many ways we lose thing in this life, like a tree loses leaves in the autumn wind. It is not just death that steals from the heart what could or might have been.
More than just a fire can take a house and tear the home right down, as many trade winds that blow can carry the leaves until they hit the ground.
I did not realize what I had lost until the midst of winter's hardest cold though you had been falling long before the autumn's rustling winds could blow.
Yet, for everything that is lost, something else new can be retrieved.   There is a lesson spread upon the path that sounds out like rustling leaves.

One man's fall can be a guide post for another's future steps in this life
for even loss and hurt serve a greater purpose to inspire a walk that's truly right.

My sponsor once asked me why I could not give my son and his addiction over to God.  For a long time I could not…

A Whisper In a Hailstorm

Photo Credit
Now I know, a refuge never grows
from a chin in the hand and a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose.
~Indigo Girls

 At a glance, you cannot see a shadow in the dark. Its beginnings are as undefined as recognizing one face in a crowd. For no eyes have ever taken awe at a  painting halfway done. Its colors are as obscure as the misunderstood ring of a vaguely uttered sound. Listing, you cannot hear a whisper in a hailstorm. Its vibrations vanish in the wind unnoticed as a sigh of regret. For a heart has never been moved by an act of complacency. Its message is as uninspiring as words that were never said. Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Open Link Monday"

Blink of an Eye

Self-portrait, Vivian Maier

The Mag #241

Every man is his own ancestor, and every man his own heir. He devises his own future, and he inherits his own past. ~H.F. Hedge

It is in the moment of the click and flash as I focus on what's before me that the past flashes before my eyes
all memories exposed like film
and I zoom in and click
over and over again
at shutter speed
for a better
picture than the one before
yet it is so easy to blink
and capture myself
again with my eyes closed.

The future is a dark room where the film has not developed yet.  All the photographs that we took in the past are in progress waiting to become clear.  Only we can develop the negatives.  For our lives are a photograph that both leaves traces of our passage, and leads to our destination. 

Fulfillment Is Like A Dixie Cup

Photo Credit Linking with Poetry Jam for Gabriella's prompt "If I were"

 "There are people who have money and people who are rich." ~Coco Chanel

If I were wealthy with more money than I could spend
and beautiful like Mona Lisa attracting all the men
with fame like Marilyn and grace like Fred Astaire
I would have everything I wanted and no worries nor cares
but if I am soberly honest and think it through like a queen
I am certain that this wealth would not truly change a thing
cause no matter where I live be it a mansion or a trailer park
I will still have worries and can still have a broken heart
in fact the deepest problems could possible get bigger to
for the more you got the more you truly got to lose
so pour my champagne in a Dixie cup and fill it to the top
I don't need a crystal goblet I am happy with what I got.

Fulfillment is like a Dixie cup that fills up rather fast
a little is sufficient when you have a fuller glass.

What gives you the greatest fulfillment in yo…

Light Is A Lover With Long Blonde Hair

photo by Kelsey Hannah

 Linking with Poetry Pantry #221 at Poet's United Thank you Mary. 

Light, God's eldest daughter...  ~Thomas Fuller

Light is a lover with long blonde hair she reaches out like an heiress full of beauty yet no cares.
Her touch is warm and soothing that lies full weight upon the skin  as she looks hard in your direction but she will never let you in.
She holds a subtle power that overtakes the darkest place bringing forth a certain glory though you will never view her face.

Speed Racer

Photo credit Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Flash Fiction 55" The Future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is. ~C.S. Lewis 55 words below: Here I am fifty one not everyone in my family makes it that far I guess you could say I am winning a race I did not know I was running trying to get to the finish line I just want to make it there without getting there even faster than the speed of light.