the water guy has an annoying loud voice
I jumped a foot when he asked if I wanted a drink
I have heard megaphones that were softer
I dare not touch the water
fearing he will return and scream at me again
He must be hard of hearing
But I am not
Why do they let him work here? I asked another waitress
We cannot get rid of him, she confided. He owns this restaurant.
Water, all around
But I thirst for you, my love
You are what I need
Though my world view become tarnished with age,
Let my imagination not so follow.
May its memory burn bright with the vigor of eager youth,
Happy to confront the dichotomy of discovery,
Which doesn't comport with my upbringing, my schooling, or my experience.
Only then will my self-worth meet the expectation of my promise.
Only then will I fulfill the destiny that Providence allows.
That pool can magnify, fool, or obscure.
But down at the bottom, that pool can cure.
All the stars start to shine
When you are around
When you fate away
Their shine goes away
When you fate away
My heart goes away
May healthy green always grow, blue waters stay their flow, bright skies daily show, and your heart remain the source of love I know.
Created for us with such velocity
A stage for life with such grandiosity
The stars, the planets, the moons God hurled
As all of creation he unfurled
And the grandest thing formed by God’s hand
His final creation was that of man
Vegetation, animals, and birds of the air
And then from man he formed woman so fair
He knew every aspect of his plan
We received intellect so we could understand
That he was our God and he’d always care
Wherever we went he’d always be there
He then gave man our free will and free choice
So each could have their own unique voice
Their own path to travel their own song to sing
Put in man's terms to do our own thing
So, lift up all voices and give to him praise
His son died for us then he did raise
All of his plans one day we will see
Our stairway to his presence for all eternity
I could reach for water
instead, I drink my third cream soda
not diet
I hate diet
I could pour myself healthy H20
Instead, I suck down sixteen ounces of sweet juice
sugar, sugar, sugar, I want sugar!
I should drink a glass of water
but what fun would that be?
No fun at all.
A drop cannot be greater than the ocean,
yet when viewed i the correct way contains it.
The only righteous pleasures are the love and joy of the spirit.
Worldly pleasures are selfish and therefore evil.
The supreme deity is a mystery of love, wonder and awe.
When we embrace these things we embrace them.
So what then of suffering?
Suffering of the flesh is purification.
Suffering of the spirit is education.
A hand in a stream, holds water all day.
But cupped and limited soon slips away.
The tree bears fruit and pleads to be eaten.
Not to be taken and money beaten.
Your property is theft, theft from yourself.
It gives away your inner wealth.
Time doth pass that's all it does.
Past and future, fiction stuff.
Some life events have forced me into deep water,
and I reached out for my hand of protection.
Until that day life had seen me as a squatter,
the hand that I sought wasn’t one of rejection.
I wasn’t knowledgeable of correct words to say,
my prayer that day, was Lord, save me a sinner.
He altered the heart that earlier was as clay,
placing in me the heart of a new beginner.
Since then I’ve been forced to sink or swim,
when issues were causing my life to fade.
On each occasion when all hope looked grim,
in faith believing my life would be stayed.
I can’t do very much, because I’m just a man,
but praise God I know the man with a plan.
The water is close
Yet we drown in sollace
The dissaray of despare piles like the water that piles and heaps behind the dams
Our bodies lie decrepid and dry
Yet we are close
The water drips
And
It dissapears
Into the body that now is just as it was before water
We can see this wealth
A body that would sustain ours
Synergetic and symbiotic
Yet, the water remains distant
Our eyes feast on the drip as it sprints and hides
We can crawl but we cannot really
We are all to weak to brave the journey of dust and dry despair
Drip
And those of us who do
Realize
The water is not real
And we all die
All mortal
All with our pains and greivences
The suffering and eternality
The water was a lie
Gray squirrel bends water
above his tiny head.
Could it be he’s an
Avatar wannabe?
Magic play
may not be
nature’s way.
Hey, I like
his display.
All the tears begin to fall,
Bright and wet, they tell it all.
Clusters gather, soft and slow,
Dripping down, a gentle flow.
Eyes may sting, a blurry sight,
Feeling things with all your might.
Grief or joy, it might be why,
Heavy heart beneath the sky.
Inside feelings, deep and vast,
Just like rain, too strong to last.
Kindness offered, soft and low,
Lets the healing start to grow.
Moments pass, the storm subsides,
Newfound calm within resides.
Over and done, the wetness fades,
Peace arrives in quiet shades.
Quiet breaths begin to mend,
Released emotions reach their end.
Sorrow lessens, light appears,
Through the shedding of the tears.
Understanding starts to bloom,
Vanishing the shadowed gloom.
Washing worries, fresh and clear,
Xenodochial comfort's near.
Yearning's eased, the spirit bright,
Zenith reached, embracing light.
A gurgling brook
Surrounded by large oak trees
Flowers everywhere
And a blanket for the ground
Best picnic place ever found!
When Sara and I take our walk each day,
We usually go the same old way.
Today we decided to make a change,
We decided to make our walk free range.
We went to a park named Natural Springs.
It had a dog park and playground with swings.
We chose a trail with overhanging trees,
We had a full sun, but also a breeze.
I saw a small path that led to a stream,
But Sara said, “the path’s too extreme.”
I gave her my, I really want to look,
And she said, “I’ll sit here and read my book.”
I walked a few minutes, looking about,
Then thought, I’m not sure just how to get out.
It wasn’t long ‘til I found the right path.
I crossed the stream without taking a bath.
There was my Sara, as I topped the hill,
She told her new squirrel friend, “here comes my Bill.”
We shared my adventure as we walked away,
We were glad we tried a different way.
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