Her laughter was not a quest to be reacted to, but a theme to be braided into the menagerie of his life, a sunlight he pursued and a river he helmed, guiding him through all vibrancy to the quiet shore of his love for her.
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He was a designer of the heart, her laughter the compass pointing north, the clandestine tongue that piloted his soul’s journey.
Each tinkle was an enigma gossiped on the wind, a fiction written in the stars, and his life’s great work was to trace its constellations, to discover every angle and shade, to encounter the response that was not a single word, but the entire poem of their conveyed presence.
It was harmonic in a language only his heart understood, a puzzle of pure pleasure whose pieces he gathered with every passing year.
He was not aspiring for a conclusive solution, but for the infinite possibilities within each new echo, the promise of a forever built on the foundation of a sound that made his world complete.
Her laughter was the sunrise of his days, the constellations of his nights, and the quiet peace that held him through it all.
Oops! Jill! Lookout, Jack!
When my heart is overwhelmed, I cry to Thee,
Lead me to the Rock that is higher than me,
Thou hast been a shelter from my enemy,
In Thy tabernacle, forever I'll be.
When my spirit within me was overwhelmed,
Then Thou knew my path; my life ship Thou hast helmed,
Thou art my refuge, bring my soul out of jail,
Thou shalt deal bountifully, Thy name I'll hail.
(Inspired by Psalms 61 & 142)
25th March 2023
Chest pain grips as anxiety fills the room
Or cornered I grasp a resting broom
Neck pain lingers and feelings of doom
Sadness at times fills the house with gloom
Exercising left long ago, enter old age woes
Quadragenarian no more~ whoa!!
Upset stomach, feeling overwhelmed
Energetic no more at forced helmed
No motivation, they've cooked my goose
Change in every part of my body, thoughts abstruse
Emotions ready to explode, anger and irritability
Social withdrawal on downhill side of durability
When a person goes their own way, the choices they make will always have consequences which can sometimes lead to stress with the end results of the above problems.
Clouds floating on a celestial sea,
headed for exotic places, beyond imagination,
drifting aimlessly.
Their lofty sails puffed like pillows,
catch the wily wind,
that gently poses and billows.
Slowly, transforming, creating a disguise,
becoming cats and rabbits,
and dragons that fly.
Stealthy and reticent, helmed at a steady pace,
the sun in the east, the wind at their back,
sailing, in beauty and grace.
Title revised on June 10, 2022: "Summer Sails"
Published in "The Journal", Early Summer edition 2022
("The Journal"is a publication serving Upper Delaware Region, Pa,, N.J. and N.Y.)
I've been your bow and your stern,
Your sail and your deck
I've helmed our little boat over rough seas,
through storms on an uncharted course
I'm in need of repair, my sails are tattered,
My bow and my stern are weak, my deck splintered
and worn
I cannot go on, the sea has consumed me
and I am going down
December 28, 2016
When crashed to earth that mightful Oak
O'er that long. a'frighted night,
His tears did so high homage speak
As to slumber passed his Light...
Shoulders small, no more host to hands
Whose tender firmness helmed
Their little lad, and life, and joy
In eternal love enrealmed.
Trudged he stoic, that deserts waste
With heart beset and stormed,
His soul a stone-turned edifice
Then from parched dreams was formed
A kind but spectral silohette
Up from the nighted sands,
As boyish eyes enlivened gazed
Once more upon old hands...
They held a heart which yet did beat,
"For you, my bonnie Dan!
I'll love you from Forever, boy,
And in Love, live as a man..."
Ah, but dream, for now he wakes-
But so curious a thing!
For in his grasp there rests some sand
Which waking did not bring!
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