On By Some
Time gracious... free... sadly
slipping away on by some... .
Sweet as the twilight Sun... .
Being blessed by this through God's quest
for evenness a perfect equality for all.
Through His compassion, grace... I see here today,
in their innocence the birds fly by me all bellowing out
tweeting-gingerly as-they sing through the Summer Spring,
and Fall through the precious and always looming... if I'm willing
to look... Winter sky's... .
Looking at the mountain's-as they rise and fall again to greet the glory
of the humble-prairie lands. As the snow falls softly whipping around
glistening in the quiet known by me now of these still mornings.
The Sun always brimming, like one big fervent, little giddy
grand blue snuggie, is all too delighted I feel now to bring
me the opportunity time and again to embrace them in
their brilliance.
Love, I consider now to be the hope willing reliance,
faith, yes joy the simple clarity brought to know the
beauty of all of these gracious and even more
eminent things, and so I believe it too this is
why some flags are flown as such.
Waving about for all this honest passion,
opportunity for the another, as I believe it
is their-certain vision of whiteness, readiness,
pureness, being the prudent example, the one
brought again, and again... to remain open. The
innocent color yes perfect reflection of their desire
for peace... !
Time, gracious and free, sadly, though I hope still
now it not be this way with you if it is, because as it
is I have looked, felt and seen been shown through
the loss of some of it myself, it still... slips away on
by some... !
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Author notes
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Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2010
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