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Rest thyself weary traveler, enter into my welcoming gate.
Tarry a while, may thy wearisome burdens time abrogate.
Sit with me, tell me of thy arduous and itinerant bourne,
And of the many roads thy feet have trod, paths now well worn!
Sup with me, partake of my bread and effervescent wine,
That for this moment in time our souls may intertwine,
Sharing food for thought, musing upon ideals to which we aspire.
May lofty reflections flow from us that others we may inspire!
Share the exhilaration of the towering mounts thou hast scaled,
And the depression of valleys in which ye sensed ye failed.
Of sere deserts where sheer determination dwelt midst thy entourage,
Facing disappointment as ye strove for that elusive verdant mirage!
Share with me the perils ye suffered upon the raging seas,
And the calming of the waves by God in answer to your pleas.
Ye hath borne with grace the vicissitudes of life, that I can see.
I am truly blessed by the time I have spent with thee!
Many are the bold adventures thou has beheld in thy days.
Would'st not thee now shed thy rambling vagabond ways,
And linger a while longer to fill my being with eternal hope,
To impart thy wisdom that my soul with life can better cope?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
I look upon the distant past
To remember a smile and how it all went so fast
I see the pictures on the wall that we did amass
I search for your heart through the looking glass
I wanted to return to a time when things were safe and sane
So I took a trip with you down memory lane
With every thought of you I feel brand new
I shall think if the time we spent together my whole life through
The words we spoke meant a lot to me
They have made a difference and I’m very happy
I wanted to return to a time when things were safe and sane
So I took a trip with you down memory lane
I see the images of old gone quickly by
Lets relive them please wont you give it a try
Renew our connection like we did when we were young
With our hearts together and open like the sweetest song ever sung
I wanted to return to a time when things were safe and sane
So I took a trip with you down memory lane
Only time will tell if we will last
Only time will tell if we will ever forget our past
Only time will tell if there will be a new day
Only time will tell if someone will hear the words we pray
Only time will tell if we will enjoy the life we were given
Only time will tell if it’s all worth living
Only time will tell if there’s an end to our love
Only time will tell if there’s a heaven above
Only time will tell of the light will ever let us see
Only time will tell if we will follow our own destiny
Only time will tell if what we have learned will ever make us smart
Only time will tell if we will listen and follow our own heart
Clear sand colored sunrise
Against gray sky blue skies
What can I learn from this
Green trees are just black shilouettes
Each species a different shape
They just stand and feed
From the nutrients provided
Drawing carbon dioxide and release
Oxygen on which all animals depend
These trees don't struggle, cry
They just abide in place
Different from one another
But stand close each receiving
What they need from the earth
And from the air
It is pleasantly cool today
Air is crisp dry and just
Barely moving
Days like this are glorious
Hear crows, roosters, dogs
And man made equipment
Breathe deeply of the oxygenated air
Thanks for this time
Maximilianii sunflowers are in full bloom
Over night they opened
What a surprise
They are just beautiful against
The sand colored sunrise
There are five tomatoes turning
On the topsy turvy tomato plant
The cats come to join me
They want my attention
Just a pat or two will do
They want to be fed
Responsibility calls so I must go
Thank you God for the quiet time alone with you
Form:
My hair was cut too short today by a middle aged Russian lady.
I get out of the chair, pay her a dollar tip, then walk out into the cool, sunny afternoon.
I know memory colors time, and a shaved head is much like a rebirth.
Even now in my chosen silence (the placeless guilt of an un-greeted roommate now home),
My hibernating darkness (the unworthy desire of sanctuary),
Even here, I seem to fabricate my own grace.
We have stairs, and descend them, down into darkness.
We look back, time after time, making sure we can still see the light
From the door high above.
Down we go in hope that we find what we’re looking for
And that something will bring us running back up with mad joy,
Or a pleasurable stillness of mind,
With the aim to use our new treasure
For the good of outside, the others of our time here.
With lamb-like innocence we play this game
Though the steps are never the same
And the light from upstairs
Is never solved nor snared...
You cut my hairs
And these steps fall away from me.
And the treasure is doubted and
I become new and strange to myself and
Scared and sinless and bare.
Bearing only now, witness,
To God’s true grace.
We find him with nothing.
This being our Arrival.
The desperate cry of salvation
Answered from every corner of the mind.
(Every step left to find.)
Now light, light!
The candles running down these darkened walls!
(They were there the whole time.)
Everything was ok till I don't know what happened or why
But all of sudden, in the blink of an eye, everything fell apart
Minutes and hours loom ahead and roll all into one.
Nights and days press forward while sometimes I feel alone
And deep inside I feel like crying because no one cares at all.
My room gets darker all the time as it shrivels quite small
And I just can't sit here 'round and stare at an empty wall
Everything was ok till I don't know what happened or why.
Nights and days press forward while sometimes I feel alone
My room grows darker all the time as it shrivels quite small.
The time has come, a time so dear
For me to reflect my inner fear
A time for feelings to be expressed
In a time that I am truly distressed
Time is the question
Time is the answer
Joys and happiness are hopes of the day
Like patience for reality are here to stay
A happy tomorrow, if I may
Will be the first truth, to which I will obey
Time is the question
Time is the answer
Lies are spoken, some are mislead
Battles for which have caused many adead
Returning therein, to the place of rest
While the evil return to their place of quest
Time is no question
Time is no answer
Time is a passing phase
Which leads to disaster
Stand in witness, yes you indeed
You reading have decreed
Your hands alone turn the pages of the past
But in the eyes of TIME, you are the last
It's a quaint little street, bustling with tourists
Shops selling ice creams and coffees, sandals, and seashells...
People rushing, a bike or two in the street, a car searching for a place to park
A baby cries, and mothers wipe sticky faces....chatter, and laughter..
One small gallery, tucked descreetly, into the narrow cobblestone alley
A blinding ray of sun's reflection, catches my attention
The window display, filled with seascapes, antique sailing artifacts
And one small painting....sitting, poised, proudly on an easel...
At first the glare makes it hard to see
But I cup my hands around my eyes...
A lovely rendition of this very same village
Painted many years ago...long before tourists
Long before lattes and souvenirs...
Just a little fishing village...dated 1918
The houses wearing chalky patina,
Narrow lanes leading away from the main road,
dipping down into golden sand dunes,
A small general store and a blacksmith shop,
Seagulls gliding like angel wings against the summer blue
White steepled churches slumbering in the warm afternoon sunshine
The quietness, the peaceful nature of it....simple and serene...
And I think to myself, ...how extraordinary it would be
If I could freeze time for a day,
If I could pull it out and visit it...just once in awhile
If I could bring it back now and again....that peaceful afternoon...
Walk in warm sunshine,
Where the leaves would never fall from those ancient trees,
And the gentle slopes would never know the cruel blast of winter storms
Where tears had never fallen, where age was timeless
If time could stand still.....
I hears the tinkle of the bell, as I enter the shop...