You didn't choose me, I didn't choose you
I'm now thinking that's for the best
It was God above that chose the both of us
And I'm so glad that he did

That God had a hand in this whole affair
From the very foundation of time
With no guess arranging the past of those who met
So one day your hand would find mine

Because in everything there is a purpose
As it all fits inside God's ultimate plan
He has crossed all the T's dotted all the I's with ease
There is nothing that is done by chance

Every encounter a divine intervention
With God steering at the helm
Yes, it was God that chose the both of us
Too blessed to have been anyone else...

When the day is done
the sunburned moon
breaks down on the lonely river.

Glistening in her tears
the river carries her away to the sea.

High Noon , granted another day , a poem comes to mind in reference to my beloved Hill Country once again ! Black coffee with all the plans for Sunday scribbled on the back of Saturdays grocery list ! Vegetable seedlings look very much alive from my vantage point , our crows nest  , the kitchen window ! Occasional visitors can smell fresh vegetables from the top of our garden beds but can't seem to reach them . Cotton-tail rabbits  in the front yard , birdhouse built this Spring , a flurry of activity this morning !  Mother and Father bluebirds , make a "good living" from their perch overlooking the garden , welcome sunlight is finally beginning to peek through the clouds after a late morning shower ! Drowning out the sound of ceiling fans and the clock on the wall with music this hour ! The hours are also numbered for potato bread and blackberry jelly on the kitchen counter ! Thrive on morning routine here in my protected area of the world .. Answering machine takes away the fear of having to answer the land line for some ridiculous reason ! The good Lord made the hand written letter , the Devil invented the telephone ! Another fantasia has put other thoughts on the back burner ,  screaming to be put on paper or recorded in the not so distant future ! Creativity and depression are symbiotic to one another , paper screams for time signatures , first , second and third verses ! The healing gift of songbirds in the trees dueling the albatross diving to its death at sea ! An ocean of memories driven into a rock filled shoreline , oblivious to their ultimate demise ! Blind , reaching for a lover , only to find she's befriended another . A hard , confident look down a familiar passage married with the fear of avalanche on two precarious sides !

i think how we need to be loved as adults stems from our childhood (or lack thereof).

if you were abandoned, you need to be smothered, to know every second that you're adored. but as a child you were always alone, so the very love you crave makes you feel suffocated and crawling white knuckled to get out.

and so this war rages inside of us, until we have exhausted ourselves & perhaps those who were brave enough to extend their hands.

©raine cooper

Staring into the wood floor , straight through to the grain , connecting point of reference , the image of happiness , far removed from turmoil , a family under siege ! Concoct a scene from anywhere , summon my imagination , release it into overdrive , to the Moon , Mars , walk a dangerous mountain pass , sure footed , leading men into the unknown , from sun blistering snow capped mountain peaks to the surety of the valleys below ! Concentrate on a fixed position , ride out the storm ..Think about my grandmothers gentle hands , rubbing the back of a frightened youngster , assuring all would be well ! Filling my nose with dirt to divert my attentive anguish , scraping fingernails across my young legs , until they bled ..Hiding in the basement till the all clear was given , the beast having returned to the bedroom !

I looked away
from hate and greed
and answered love and generosity calls,
the last call, the final call
for fairness of living.