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Neighbors are arguing

I am uncomfortably

Smoking a cigarette

Trying not to listen to them

Trying instead to focus on this podcast

About militarized police

And how democracies end
Sometimes it's the irony,
Of a garage band,
Full of classical instruments.

Such beautiful music,
Played in such an informal way.

But you'll still replay the tape,
Whether or not you like rock,
Because your lover,
Is first chair violin.
 Jun 12 Jimmy silker
Breeze
Young Catholic boy
Traditions and routines embedded
Prayers remembered, recited, and regurgitated
Going through the motions until old enough
To walk away
Strict rules learned growing up
Making it difficult to return
Without being a hypocrite
Questions arising with no logical answers
Not all was bad
There was comfort in routine
Music that was beautiful at times
Giant traditional cathedrals
Shrouded in history and mystery
Sunday family breakfasts
Midnight Christmas Eve mass
Saturated in songs of Noel
Somehow made those lyrics relevant
As my life enters the fall season
I contemplate faith
I see others that breathe it
Is it too late to find and rediscover?
Can skepticism ebb?
Could I give myself over without abandon?
Where does one begin?
#free verse
#religion and faith
#looking for answers
He Choose to Grow Weak

Could you help me understand the complexities of our actions? When joy fills our hearts, we radiate positivity, but when sadness washes over us, it feels like an ache that permeates our very being (Proverb 17:22).

How can we support you if we remain in the dark about your feelings? You often bury your emotions deep within, creating a pressure cooker of unresolved thoughts and pain. In those shadows, you find yourself hiding away, tears spilling down your cheeks. Why did you choose to stay trapped in that desolate, lonely space? Remember, reaching out for help is not a sign of failure; it is a brave step toward healing.

Life resembles a resilient tree, swaying gracefully when the winds are gentle, yet vulnerable when fierce gusts challenge its strength. Why did you hesitate to step into the light from that somber, solitary existence? Like a tall, proud tree that can snap under overwhelming force, you, too, risk breaking under the weight of isolation.

Recognize that asking for help isn’t a trick or a sign of weakness. Carrying the burden alone is a choice that ultimately leads to a gradual decline in strength. Once again, you may feel like a small child, uncertain and timid. You declare, “Mommy, I am a big boy now. I can do everything by myself.” But in that misguided belief, darkness thickens, and the innocent are caught in the turmoil of your struggle.
I realized I pushed too far
Inside nature
Stepping over icy boughs
Green needles frozen in time
My heart pounding
Exhausted of the cycle.
There are no birds circling above,
There are no words of comfort.
Just a quiet calm broken up
By the clicks and arthritic pops
Of heavy limbs and twisted gnarled
Fingers holding me in place.
I sit and smile at the crunching in the snow
Remembering the wonderful sound
My boots made trudging back home
For hot chocolate and warmth.
 Jun 12 Jimmy silker
rishita
Those strings making the melodies .
The relieving melodies causing
the pain to fingers
while soothing the soul .
Sometimes harmony is in sync with the sufferings.
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