In the morning, everything is new.
The day's blank slate lies before me,
ready for my writing.
May it be words of beauty I write.
May it be deeds of grace I do.
May it be thoughts of joy I think.
All the Holy Ones, Listen;
And Joy is Everywhere;
It is in the Earth's green covering of grass;
In the blue serenity of the Sky;
In the reckless exuberance of Spring;
In the severe abstinence of gray Winter;
In the Living flesh that animates our bodily frame;
In the perfect poise of…
Maybe there is another world out there running right along side this one.
And maybe you and I have been there for a long time......holding hands, walking together, sleeping together, touching,sharing laughter and tears, telling stories, all the while here in this world we lived apart unaware of that…Continue
Added by Gary Freedman on May 24, 2011 at 6:00pm — No Comments
This is the peaceful safe place I go to get away from chaos and cluttering thoughts
I looked at my hands today; looked at the backs where used to be tight, smooth skin browned by the sun and wind. Now I see scars of incidents and indescretions hiding amidst wrinkles and loose skin, and where there was once subtle lines of blue veins, the veins now seem to be larger making rather ugly road maps on the backs of my hands. The one ring I wear seems considerably looser than just a few years…Continue
At bottom every…Continue
Added by Daddieo on May 3, 2011 at 5:39am — No Comments