“GOOD company in a journey makes the way seem shorter!” Quote by Izaak Walton 1593 – 1683
Midst a hot August day And evening shadows One yellow butterfly Floats among purple scented flowers If I could catch her I would explain – ‘I know your journey has |
been lonely and your companions few
I wish for you a fellow traveler
that wherever you wander your journey is cut in two!’
The summer before I noticed in the fall One single rose faded and fell As the plant slowly died The thorns punctured my heart all over again as I cried!
What could I do?
The space reserved was empty and gone When in the spring I noticed a few tiny leaves with buds of surprise Could one little bird in its flight from above have dropped a seed of love for me from the sky?
. . . your huddled masses – YEARNING TO BREATHE FREE – the wretched refuse of your teeming shore Send these – the homeless – tempest-tossed to me “I LIFT UP MY LAMP BESIDE THE GOLDEN DOOR!” *
She is a beacon of light – a national treasure. . . And one of the most recognizable figures in the world! Each year millions who cherish her ideals make the journey to experience her history and grandeur –
Of all the flowers – The bright sunny yellow sunflowers stand straight and tall In meadow, vale and the strangest places, spreading happiness with their funny faces
And when day is done with their faces bowed down – waking at the rising of the sun Their seeds of harvest bring tears of joy with their vials of oil Feeding the world!
I came across a tree that was lifeless and had no purpose that I could see And I thought and wondered why had not someone taken pity and cut it down before it died?
And then one day as I walk by a flutter of wings by me fly And to my surprise upon a limb some caring one had hung a feeder of seed and bread hidden from the sun Yellow birds Black birds Red and white ones as well all are fellows dining as one
And to me new life the tree seems to receive And I am given hope – When I feel helpless as a tree left half dead – Broken limb by limb – Until it seems from me all life has fled
Like a tree cut down I can sprout again! Am I not as a beggar telling other beggars where to find bread?
Or will I like a careless neighbor by a tree that seems dead to me Walk right on by?
“For there is hope for a tree when it is cut down that it will sprout again” Book of Job
6️⃣ – 1️⃣1️⃣ -2️⃣5️⃣ A month away to the anniversary of that fatal night!
I had forgotten how it sounded, the lullabies of a mother’s song I am still searching for the keys to my broken heart 💔
My Mama always use to say 7️⃣7️⃣1️⃣1️⃣ was a lucky number Why she called it lucky I wasn’t sure cause all those nights she went into those buildings with flashing lights she never did win but she always kept going back Her favorite game was called ‘Craps’ A roll of dice called ’21’ (excuse the slang) But it smelled like crap! I wondered why a game would be called that Its a spinoff of a French game called ‘Toad’ This makes perfect sense, since Mama settled us in smelly shacks where snakes, spiders and toads hung out
Well, you never know what life is going to throw at yah! Like Forrest Gump said “My Mama called life, like a box of chocolates, you never know what flavor your gonna get till you bite into it.”
But the roll of dice was not sweet that night on 7️⃣ -7️⃣ – 1️⃣1️⃣ The night the music died!
I came across a tree that was lifeless and had no purpose that I could see And I thought and wondered why had not someone taken pity and cut it down before it died?
And then one day as I walk by a fluttere of wings by me fly And to my surprise upon a limb some caring one had hung a feeder of seed and bread hidden from the sun Yellow birds Black birds Red and white ones as well all are fellows dining as one
And to me new life the tree seems to receive And I am given hope – When I feel helpless as a tree left half dead – Broken limb by limb – Until it seems from me all life has fled
Like a tree cut down I can sprout again! Am I not as a beggar telling other beggars where to find the bread
Or will, I like a careless neighbor by a tree that seems dead to me Walk right on by?
“For there is hope for a tree when it is cut down that it will sprout again” Book of Job
I’ve stored many garments in the closet of time Ones of worry and concern that did not fit me well I have tried to mend them but my thread is too fine and my needle too dull
My doubts interfere and I fear for my body a lack of clothes 👚 When in the distance a field of lilies beckon me “We never toil, nor spin our cloth Yet in fine linen and gold we are finely dressed” “Do not be afraid, for a robe of faith will be given that fits you well” 😋
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