#mossy
at mossy grave
asked to be alone and am
pretending to pray
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 9:25 PM UTC
What if,
the moon and stars appeared on sunny skies
well, i've seen God's wisdom, they're fine the
way they are, their time, their distance, their
glittering presence.....their habit of twinkling
at night, not day, is justified, they're lovelier
more dazzling on a darker blue sky.....i gaze
at them in awe, no words uttered...just sighs.
also, i've
seen God's wisdom about life's many roads.
i'm fine, i have survived......earthly existence
is decked with many paths........busy, or less
traveled...always lead to new ones, after the
other, then to another......life goes on.......it's
where, it's when, the day's challenges start.
so....
i leave the house...start my daily trek in life
prioritizing familial and personal errands
i walk right to the corner.....to where noisy
turkeys turn so red, when i get close to the
fence...to my left, the open road.....peopled
noisy...busy, humming with activities...my
connection to the world outside the village
rain or shine, day or night, if i need to hear
breaths of life...of noise, a tad of change in
atmosphere, cups of good coffee, a bowl of
soup and crackers, bond with good friends
bond with my Creator in a nearby church.
when
not too tired...i retrace my way back home.
God guides me....through long and faded
red unscrubbed sidewalks, grasping mossy
fences, lest i fall on slippery concrete...lest
i miss my quiet, my sacred space for good.
it's
never easy, finding God's wisdom, in pain
and suffering.......yet after each road taken
i gaze at the dark blue sky.....tell the moon
and quivering stars................"i'll be fine."
Sally
Copyright October 18, 2017
rrab
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 8:02 AM UTC
this is the breakdown of the scrapes on my knees:
a mosquito sang a soft song and laid to sweetly **** on my blood.
i thought they would know i was on their side.
they still ******
you were shocked.
i was used to it in fact i didn’t even notice while it was happening.
we climbed on slippery rocks and pebbles in the running water.
cold and you tenderly looked at me for answers.
i thought of him and wanted to cry darkly but i couldn’t.
you didn’t understand who i was thinking about neither did he.
i was sitting on a rock the only stable one and thinking about how easily i could let go relax my hands and float off.
i stayed gripping fantasizing.
by the time we reached the shore our knees were red and swollen you wanted to kiss my knees i let you.
i thought you were going to **** the poison from the bites but you just softly kissed and laid down long and white on the cold sand. cold hands cold chest i touched it you smiled deeply.
we drove away from our secret spot and the rain started pouring i had to get out of the car i screamed for you to stop.
you pulled over.
i ran out into the rain it was dumping water everywhere everything was wet i fell to my knees my knees got muddy.
i cried no makeup streamed down my face the river had washed it all away already it was just translucent glass tears cold and tired pouring.
they had been waiting to fall they found a small space next to a graveyard next to DONAGHUE marble tombstones and a jesus statue getting head.
we came home and my knees were ****** bruised and bitten.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC