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  Jan 2017 SøułSurvivør
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Sometimes at night

asleep by the firelight

I dream about them

how they died

some are singing

and others saying what

they no longer see

walking fencelines

limping as if in pain

some of them handsome

and some mysterious

silent but not

for long they tell you

men scarcely know

how beautiful fire is

and old stories

they can't remember

unless you can

still look them in the eye.
hours drip slowly
onto a taunting empty page
the soul’s depictions brushed simply

a palette of whispered words
dry as if it were thoughts painted
onto a tightly stretched canvas

it's been said so many times before
                   similes,...
     form clots at the tip of the quill
                    words,...
finally surrendering to gravity’s flow
as the ink scribes the paltry ruminations;
flooding the same stifled notions
another way into another moment

metaphorical sleights of hand
incarnate onto the absolving
       sheet of parchment;
traces of past now’s ensconced
       in considered words

        miles of silent reverie,
                     spun,...
        like a spider reprocessing,
        carefully savoring
        each fine silk thread of web,

        spinning the womb of time...

© H.A.  Rivers 2012 … All Rights Reserved
... dedicated to all lonely, wayfaring word whisperers,
lost within the silent confines of a bared soul
  Jan 2017 SøułSurvivør
SE Reimer
~

he is a stone...

one side
polished smoothly;
the tumbling years,
the pain of tears,
in currents swift
cannot resist them
water’s unyielding flow;
to pain the edges
falling,
yielding slow.

yet another side exists;
a side so deeply etched,
with thoughts contrived
for sole survival;
where words belie a depth
in soul's arrival;
made whole, a step removed
from hope bereft,
for in the naked light,
of bleating heart's
interrogation room,
a bottom lies
of darkest night...
here beginnings of
a ressurection,
a will to be
so long as there is
air to breathe!

which side they see
is of his choosing;
his composure rich
a brief exposure is,
just the smallest glimpse,
but for a moment
what he shares.
for he has learned
that rocks are not
so hard as he
once thought;
and fissures deep,
can be revealed,
as cracked and broken,
if to all in this
unfeeling world,
he bares his truest soul.
and so he hides
the other side,
unyielded to
outside control.

with certainty,
his stone has
two faces.

~

*post script.

if we are honest with ourselves, do we not all have two faces? and is not this honesty our impetus... become our empathy... for others?
for me,  it is this honesty that allows me to love what i would not otherwise love in others.
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
~~~

the winter rain soaking
the ever grateful desert ground
her cup is always half full


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/23/2017
We can never get too much
winter rain in the desert southwest!

It's 12:30 AM here, I just wanted
to jot this down quickly

I'll be back reading again tomorrow!
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be 60 years old. Where have the years gone? They seem to have pulled along like a Volkswagen behind a large semi...

When I was 5 years old, I was petrified of death. My mother would tell me I have many years ahead. But I knew it wouldn't be long before I was old and gray. I was right.

I am no longer afraid of death. I know how unimportant this life is. This is merely a testing ground... To learn the lessons of obedience and love. What we know is this world. But there is so much more...

I am not in any hurry to leave, as I have a job to do here. But I can't wait to be with Christ. I dream of it. But no dreams I have could possibly ever match the Wonders that await me. And indeed every believer Redeemed by Jesus.

This Temple... it is getting very worn out. It is arthritic and has a lot of other problems. And God has not seen fit to heal me yet. I am not complaining, actually. I know I brought my condition on myself because of the way I lived before I met Jesus. But I can't wait to have a perfect body again. One that can never get sick. Won't ever be in pain. Can never die...

I wish I had known Jesus all my life. But that was not to be. I have a much more powerful testimony being a former atheist. I am not going to give you a lecture on atheism. But my belief in an afterlife has comforted me so much... and I would not wish to believe as I did before. I was in constant fear. Now I know that God is in control of everything and works everything out for my good no matter how bad it seems to me at the time.

I'm sorry I have not been on this site reading as much as I would like. I've been very busy in the last few days. But after my birthday I will get back to reading and writing again...

Take care, my friends! I will see you again soon...


♡ Catherine
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