With Each Risen Sun

Lost in the relevance of time, I beckon the meaning of life; I call out to the driving force that makes me push this pen. My instinctual capacity to allow my body to maintain the inertia of this fleshy animation ....This spellbound compulsion ....To seek, To revel, and To cherish All these miracles before me. I am forever a child looking at the world with new eyes. Contemplating the meaning of the simplest notions with torrential appraisal, just because I have the ability to wonder. The blessing of free thought. And the gift of companionship; For, what is an intellectual conversation ...without a partner to share ideas, emotions? So, As you read these words ....I beg of you, remember: With each risen sun, You are blessed with the unknown; Invoked by providence to take joy in discovery and commune with sovereign grace. -James Kelley 2010© Read more: http://www.myspace.com/jamesk_87/blog#ixzz11aeIZYGC