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Those Simple Joys

               A kids drawing named and thrown away; wondering what happened; hoping it wasn't out of apathy. I look for a second in my going and wonder what happened there. Should I care? Part of me does. Hoping the child isn't forgotten the same way the picture was. I walk through the heaviness that comes with such a discovery.                Processing the seconds, looking at the moments that try to rush away. How do I cultivate depth, when too much becomes too much? How do I explain a struggling mind that longs to find meaning in a fast-paced population, a world busy with being busy? I am no better, lost in the going as we all are lately; so I look somewhere else. I wander the between times of busy, listening for Heaven's inspiration as I walk and think. I look about me, seeing tired lives and heads down, still they try, try to cross roads to some "better" the way turtles I've seen lately have. They hope...

I'll Not

       I'll not write about the rain, but the rainbow left in the oil of going from some vehicle and life somewhere.        I'll not write about the place, but the colorful learning and expression seen on a driveway in children's chalk talk. Seeing art in what others may call ordinary. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

Even (Tanka Poem Second Attempt)

Warm and bright this day. Clear and open in summer;  even in busy.  Still, I press on through the heat. Still, I hope, even this time. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

Bright Enough

       In the darkness I write, write by a green low light, bright enough to write, In the rush I fight, pray through the day and fight, fight as I write in the darkness by a green low light, bright enough to write. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

Imagery Already

       Imagery already, I just need to look as days go by. Imagery already in tiny towns of tiny buildings where life happens. Pictures persist of lonely buildings visited by people and vehicles, together life and lifeless speak their words. A business in brick and mortar, sharing an open invitation to pay and eat. An old house that tells visitors "I'm still here.", and it's owner mowing some grass to help the old home's chances of value added; still it can't do much for a wood-sided house that needs a power-washing.          Imagery already, I just need to look as thoughts go by and vehicles with them. Going, going, never slowing, on bumpy roads that wind in concrete slides. Trees and fields fill in what's not people populated with houses and old businesses and churches speaking their hope in Jesus. Imagery already and I'm thinking, wondering why I remember, even before coffee. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good imp...

As You Do (Experimental Persona Non-Fiction)

          Sit with me, break a while, fall apart if you must. Speak the words, express the hurts, don't be afraid to. Be honest, be heard, I am listening. I am your soul's wounds, inviting you to sit with me, letting you know it's okay, that you don't have to stay, just acknowledge I am here and what that means to you as you pass through life, praying about this and letting Jesus heal you as you do.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

Taking Note (Nonfiction Experiment)

      Writing in a minute; not great but something; not good, but somewhere. Picturing a dog walking at a leisurely pace, where though he isn't real, his healthy pace is, one I'm taking note of. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!