Nov 2011
Blue Spruce
Do you walk in a desert the howling wind finds no rest within your tortured breast. The desert scrub can host many realities sadness scraped raw the only comfort rub the wound with desert sand pray its
warmth will reach deeper give the hint of comfort long lost on a soul finding it hard to remember kindness and its affects. You wanted only what everyone wants comfort and fulfillment but you have
found these have elusive qualities almost ghost like never lasting longer than fleeting moments. Will the
road wind filled with expectation only to end in senseless nothingness. How many times can you smile
through the tears get up and start again why not change your identity maybe the gods that have it in for
you will be fooled give you the blessings that are common to so many. This is not what your day dreams
envisioned who ever questioned or dared to think up these black mortifications. You look for a hand to guide but only find those that prize themselves and forget you leaving you even more lost than before.
The edges of despair crowd in your mind swirls is their not a promised land for people like me. Maybe a
move would be in order a new beginning surely a fresh start will win the day where did I hear that
somewhere in the land of the truly delusional you find when yet again you find life shows its power to roll and out of nowhere unseen upheaval throws you for a hard spill. Now you find a veritable waste land but
yours is city streets trash strewn among those that walk with empty stares. The hearts silently bleed the
well where tears once were formed filled with debris still the echo can be heard from childhood laughter
was it that terribly long ago. As it happens on those blessed occasions was it real or a dream you have
enjoyed the pleasure of Christmas and the green fir trees that fill the local lots the scent that drifts from
room to room the little wild thing setting there all aglow gives the sweetest thrill. What is a blue spruce in
my mind I followed this rutted road through the forest green and the mist had settled insulating every
living thing with vibrancy this the most wondrous scene the forest truly gleams. Stand among the towering giants what a hush you are bombarded by the silence you are in the greatest ease a freefall into
this quietude quiet breathing is all that is heard as wonder destroys every vesture of disquiet and alarm.
loses its rich blue color. The point was we need to be grafted into the true vine. The most important guide
post to finding this glorious life while on earth is follow the sacred text that says if you truly desire truth on the inward parts you will find it. Many doors are marked holy and blessed but after entering you find
only the tormented false ideas of self important men. He is the door and those that enter there will set among angels and the life of the blue spruce will be yours not inferior given to fading to lonely darkened
gray but vibrant hues of azure blue your home in that blessed promise laughter and joy your possession forever more.
Do you walk in a desert the howling wind finds no rest within your tortured breast. The desert scrub can host many realities sadness scraped raw the only comfort rub the wound with desert sand pray its
warmth will reach deeper give the hint of comfort long lost on a soul finding it hard to remember kindness and its affects. You wanted only what everyone wants comfort and fulfillment but you have
found these have elusive qualities almost ghost like never lasting longer than fleeting moments. Will the
road wind filled with expectation only to end in senseless nothingness. How many times can you smile
through the tears get up and start again why not change your identity maybe the gods that have it in for
you will be fooled give you the blessings that are common to so many. This is not what your day dreams
envisioned who ever questioned or dared to think up these black mortifications. You look for a hand to guide but only find those that prize themselves and forget you leaving you even more lost than before.
The edges of despair crowd in your mind swirls is their not a promised land for people like me. Maybe a
move would be in order a new beginning surely a fresh start will win the day where did I hear that
somewhere in the land of the truly delusional you find when yet again you find life shows its power to roll and out of nowhere unseen upheaval throws you for a hard spill. Now you find a veritable waste land but
yours is city streets trash strewn among those that walk with empty stares. The hearts silently bleed the
well where tears once were formed filled with debris still the echo can be heard from childhood laughter
was it that terribly long ago. As it happens on those blessed occasions was it real or a dream you have
enjoyed the pleasure of Christmas and the green fir trees that fill the local lots the scent that drifts from
room to room the little wild thing setting there all aglow gives the sweetest thrill. What is a blue spruce in
my mind I followed this rutted road through the forest green and the mist had settled insulating every
living thing with vibrancy this the most wondrous scene the forest truly gleams. Stand among the towering giants what a hush you are bombarded by the silence you are in the greatest ease a freefall into
this quietude quiet breathing is all that is heard as wonder destroys every vesture of disquiet and alarm.
loses its rich blue color. The point was we need to be grafted into the true vine. The most important guide
post to finding this glorious life while on earth is follow the sacred text that says if you truly desire truth on the inward parts you will find it. Many doors are marked holy and blessed but after entering you find
only the tormented false ideas of self important men. He is the door and those that enter there will set among angels and the life of the blue spruce will be yours not inferior given to fading to lonely darkened
gray but vibrant hues of azure blue your home in that blessed promise laughter and joy your possession forever more.
