Alienating friends and family
She could do naturally
Her own recurring theme
She dies friendless and completely alone
Of course this was her own choice
A life of her making
After the funeral,
the town changed its street maps,
old houses were relocated. new shops opened
in long emptied malls.
They had never shared their likes or interests,
they had not even shared an equitable life;
now she understood the changing landscape.
Before his death, the town was seen
through his own lens only;
he was ever determined
to shape her view, make her see things his way.
After this post-mortem revelation,
She recalibrated her car’s GPS:
It takes her now
to the as yet
unseen.
She wanted to spend all of her birthday money on llama socks.
They were beautiful, blue llamas with lavender and marigold stripes.
Fluffy tassels on the side; but they were costly.
She had twenty dollars total.
With tax, these socks were going to take most of it.
Her mother tried to talk her out of it.
Took her to the dollar store.
Pointed out a multitude of things she could buy.
She bought the llama socks.
Loved them, kept them until she was grown.
At age forty-two, she might still have them.
She knew what she wanted.
A girl with a keen mind of her own.
Oh, heavenly Father
Often I wonder, why? Do you bother?
You and our Lord and Savior
Jesus Christ warrant us mercies, unwavering
And Jesus Christ
Oh! Jesus
Yes! Jesus Christ the light (He is the Light)
Heavenly Father
You are our HOPE
Oh! And Jesus Christ also you’re our HOPE
This is my testimony
My testimony of my faith
O’ Jesus, Jesus you’ve redeemed us
Jesus Christ warrant us mercies, unwavering
And Jesus Christ
Oh! Jesus
Yes! Jesus Christ the light (You are the Light)
You are the light
You are our light
In the darkness of this world
In the vastness of this universe you are
Jesus Christ you are the light
The Lord and Savior Jesus Christ "is the light; He's our HOPE" Thanks for sharing your testimony of faith. God bless you."
A dedicated verse to Beata Agustin from some of her own words JESUS CHRIST YOU ARE the LIGHT-
11/4/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2021
Woods never asked to be this cold
At least the shivering has stopped
Maybe this is why the leaves are on the ground
The wild life is searching for warmth
Air is not yet bitter, but it will be tonight
My boots make satisfactory crunching noises
I stop and listen to the silence,
Have any other humans ever been here?
I take out my camera and begin to snap
Knowing the photos will surprise me
For they always take a life of their own
Not unlike these woods
camera has a mind of her own
photographs angles eye unseen
brilliance of film not overblown
remarkable black and white so keen
catching shadows that others miss
photographer undisclosed hidden lens
confident giving scene a gentle kiss
rapid shutter, nothing posed
camera has mysterious ways
capturing three dimensional essence,
her imagination truly slays
stunning us with unseen magnificence
Everything Makes You Cry
Everything stops
When death grabs your family
Words, smells, sounds, music, and laughter
Can make you cry.
Laughter comes back slowly.
Smiles make you feel guilty.
You do not eat, for your loved one no longer can.
You are on auto-pilot but....
You are also on hyper-alert, full out
Screaming, wailing, keening,
From one minute to the next.
Grief is like nothing else you will ever live through
Grief has a mind of her own.
She has her own brain.
She has her own ways to do things.
You are no longer in control.
Everyone else is going on with their lives.
Their today is the same as their yesterday.
Their life has not stopped. Yours has.
Give yourself time.
Everything makes you cry.
Grief has got you in your clutches.
The only way out of it is to help someone else.
I have spoken to many who always tell me this.
Not yet. You are not ready yet.
Grief still has you.
She is not letting you go any time soon.
Everything makes you cry; it is okay.
A ROOM OF HER OWN
Byron died at thirty six
Prolific poet’s work was done
Lucky I am still alive
I had no time ‘til fifty one.