How lucky I am
To have the privilege
Of hearing your voice
Through a speaker,
The remnants of your laugh
Still burnt into memory,
Your smile the brightest
There ever truly was,
As infectious as ever.
But what of your touch,
Your hold, your hug.
How do I remember
The physicalities of these things
And the comfort that they could
Always so easily bring.
How do I recall
What it felt like
To throw myself into your arms
And be wrapped in the warmth
Of the sun amidst a frozen winter land.
To know that you would always be here?
How do I recall it
When the moment I try,
There's a ghost of a shiver,
Of a touch, of a hold
That leaves the entirety of me
Shaking, quaking, aching,
That leaves me longing
For the reassurance
And the presence
Of my mother again.
Speak the freedoms wind voices come out of heaven moving the terrain the trees been the grass Grows the air flows seldom stand still the wind invisible filled with the essence of the father hello him creator of all and everything spiritual Realm enlightened silver encapsulated golden standing triumphantly freely it walks until it expands into the land of the physicalities
1/2/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
7/28/15
Actually
It's not the way it has to be
Another casualty
Inside the galaxy
While the wind blew diagonally
Offsetting several strategies
And physicalities
Across any region
Things will happen without a reason
During every season
Regardless of if many terms were ever even
Or there never being cohesion
Concerning religion I care not about what any believe in
And the same goes for any discussion about how much we sin
Don't fret or pace with nervousness
This place in space can be rather merciless
With or without great turbulence
Strange occurences
Across a vast amount of changed surfaces
And nearby where almost all ran into the same terminus
By: Dalton Ogletree
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