Far away from here is where you have moved Far away from sickness and fear, where your body has been renewed. My heart aches and longs to hear your voice One thing I know, you’re in Heaven, and for that I rejoice. It will feel like a lifetime until we meet again For I willContinue reading “Far Away”
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A Battle to fight
To Fight: A battle or combat, ability, will, to contend in any manner, strive vigorously for or against something. The call to action is great, it comes from the mouths of the multitude. Screams and shouts of encouragement, prayers being lofted high to heaven, looking for a place to land. Some say fighting should beContinue reading “A Battle to fight”
Seasons Closing Ceremony
The cicadas hum their tune in unison a verse that feels like the final line of a summer play. They partner with the birds who sing a song all their own, beautifully off key. Sounds of neighbors in the apricots fill the air, the final curtain is prepared to drop on this warm season. BeforeContinue reading “Seasons Closing Ceremony”
There’s a restlessness that dwells deep in the caverns of my soul. It’s always there, sometimes it sleeps and lies dormant, suddenly out of nowhere it awakens. It pushes me to move, not always in the best direction. Some steps have been backwards, others have propelled me forwards. I feel it stretching it’s limbs, readyingContinue reading “Awakening”
Home – FNS # 23
In the misty cool morning, fog rolls through these old brick streets. Shops open up, people wave, smile, and laugh.They ready themselves for another day in small town USA. The simplicity of living here is relaxing and breathtaking, all at once.I used to hate the fact that I may never leave here. But wherever IContinue reading “Home – FNS # 23”
Field Notes #21
This sip of coffee warms me up. It wakes up my insides, dusts offthe cobwebs that have formedovernight. To say that I don’t need coffeewould be like saying the sun doesn’t need the moon,Or me not needing you. It’s ridiculous and untrue.
Field Notes #12
Field Notes Series: #4
Oh to be king Of my own little world The things I would doAnd see I’d find my Queen And it would be Just you And me.
Field Notes Series: #3
Pt I. I throw my line out with high hopes, It’s been slow, but I don’t mind. Nothing clears my head quite like “wasting time”. Pt II I cast I wait I think I admire Its hard to be caught up in the muck and the mire of my thoughts when I’m standing in theContinue reading “Field Notes Series: #3”
Field Notes Series: #2
June 21, 1893 Ruth and I took the train into Chicago for the fair. It was hot, unbelievably hot, but our excitement was too great to be extinguished by the heat. We had heard they were unveiling some sort of new attraction and we had to see what the fuss was about. When we arrivedContinue reading “Field Notes Series: #2”