I arise to start my day
     yawning and yearning to stay in bed.
The sun has yet to shed his light and
     so by the moons fading glow,
          I gaze out my window at the misty meadow...smokey and grey.

My mood does change more sour as
      I feel the damp cold darkness tug at my soul.
For I know things come running from out of the mist
     the things that come a running never miss...

I shudder then shower and dress... ready for the day.
     I head for the door, once again feeling the chill of the mist,
          even as the sun starts up his burning fire...

As I head down my drive I can barely see the sun
     but I notice the mist is starting to burn
          and I hear the call of the cat tails from within the swampy marsh.
I begin to calm my fears but I can still feel the chill
     and shudder yet again...
Then from the gloom I hear the mist scream out as the sun's
     warm rays start to penetrate it's smokey gloom.

I almost reach the bend in the road on my drive;
     then my phone begins to ring
           I fumble for it and look away...
From the edge of nowhere...it was lurking...lingering
    waiting...running came the misty moan
          I hear it but its too late...there is no sun here.

For I know things come running from out of the mist
     and the things that come a running never miss...
I'm shuddering and cold and know I too am one
                 that disappeared in the marsh... below the meadow
                                   with the misty moan...

                                                                          JLCL (c)

Time doesn't remove the hurt, it just helps it to heal.
There are many stepping stones on our path called life,
they either help us along, delay our progress, or dump us on our ***...

We learn a lesson from all the stones but it's the Rocks, you see that keep us going...

Rocks are the ones we can't move or step on. We pass them by, climb on them, sit in their shadows, and leave them behind.

Then some where on our journey we turn around and in the distance; we can see them  towering above our broken path, waving us on or welcoming us home...

JLCL aka Jennifer L. Clark (c)  2/2016

I felt the love of God today
  it tugged roughly on my heart...
With tears in my eyes I leaned in to kiss our Warrior's brow.

His breath was slow and shallow
   like a gentle summer breeze caressing my cheek.
As we all waited and watched our giant Warrior became silent and still.

We stood vigilantly by his side
   hand and hand softly crying each fighting our own storm.
God's breath touched our Warrior and then silently softly
    called him home.

Whisked away on angel wings to Heavens' Keep
      to help reign and watch over us all.

JLCL (c) 2013