As a man grows older,
Does he lose his mind?
Or does he truly wish,
He was in a prior time,

Does a man grown older no longer think,
As he did when he was young?
Why are the things that used to be,
Now to him no fun?

Are the thoughts that once he had,
The ones he held so dear,
Now just relics of the past,
In this his older years ?

If so , why must it be?
My heart longs for joy of some measure,
And for the thoughts once held so dear,
For they brought to me such pleasure,

Yes, I am much older now,
I'll never again be as quick or as strong,
But I can have in my chest a Lions heart,
If I'll carry in my heart a song.

RLB

Too tired to hold on,
Too scared to let go.

RLB

Skin pinkish red
A sparse covering of dark hair
Dark little eyes
Tender lips that turn upright in a smile
Little fingers that can barely wrap around the tip of grandpas
Cheeks as soft as a cottonball
A face of indescribable beauty
Spending the day sleeping in peaceful rest
This is Callie .
Born at 4:07 PM
Jan 12,2016

Heavens,
Star Shining,
Angels singing Hallelujah !
The Saviour has come!

Merry Christmas
To all!

RLB

A candle stands with untouched wick
In the darkness of the night
Waiting to give its gift to man
So that men in darkness might have sight

The candle wick at last is touched
The wick it turns to flame
Shining forth its light for all
And the darkness is forever changed

Now the candle gives its light
And all who look can see
The candle once hidden by the dark
Is now a guide for you and me

Christ is the candle of which I write
The light that guides our way
It is him alone we celebrate
Every Christmas Day

Wishing
I
Had
Something
Kind
To
Write
About
My
Father

A
Heart
Turned
To
Sapphire
Under
This
Worlds
Obsidian
Sky

RLB