Zion I know your wounds are incurable
please don't give up
with God
even the impossible is possible

The myth of what is real -
I want to know the truth.

Does the winding river feel,
does the tree speak of its youth?

Much of my life has been invested in
nurturing my children to embrace kindness.
To practice and project decency in their
lives and thus reap the rewards that good
behavior does inspire. To revere and embrace
love given and received.

They will be bequeathed some material riches
when I am gone, but these moral principles
and lessons passed down to me from my folks
are my most enduring and valuable legacy.

My lifelong desire is that my offspring pass on
these values to their future progenies, as there
is no greater human gift to bestow or receive.

The wind is blowing hard today.
The straggling clouds have come together to cover the sky, leaving an imposing gloom in their wake. Fear shakes people's lives. They are unaware that nature simply pours—it doesn't wail.

This is how you lose it
there was momentum
in the beginning you had nothing
And it follows you across till the end.

We are mere punctuations,
in this vast sea of existence.
Little dots, seeking meaning
in each line of life’s narrative.

Not ROYGIBIV
Deeper and more vibrant
Original and new to the eye
Not traditional but incredibly profound and lovely
Harmony and melody personified
Accepting abd gracious on our khaki coil
May your rainbows be Glorious and of your own making amd sharing
Mine tells me my Daddy is saying Hello from Heaven
Shades of Blue

C@rainbowchaser2024

legs burn and weave the story,
a tapestry of snow

and wind yawns in a flurry,
a sanction that we go.