A house is just a placewhere you lay your head each night-the mountains are the placewhere you’re buried and you die. not walls, not windows, not brick, not stonebut earth, sky and trees- that is my home.
{on time}
the days rush so quicklyI can’t keep upthe proverbial ticking of the clocknever allows a moment of pausesunrise, sunset, repeatwithout memory of what happens betweenI want to grab at time and hold her closebut its impossible to catch herHoping at least to keep up with her strideI beg for time to slow downbut the more …
{wise, not weak}
all the silver haired women with their hunched over shoulders,all the wrinkle faced men with their quivering handsthey could teach us so much if we’d only stop and listensome say they’re weakbut I know they’re wise
{ seeing. believing. }
some say seeing is believingbut I cannot see my Lordhe is always all around me, yet never in my sightrestrained from his supernatural existence,bound to a physical world.yet like a blind man feeling the sunI know when his presence is nighdespite my every limitand the restrictions of my humanityI knowI feel himI hear himat times …
{the lake}
The lake is angry tonight she is dark and broody and deeptorrents of rain cascade from heaven and crash upon her waves unwelcome they pierce herharshly they pelt her she rumbles, she roars she shivers she breaks at times so peacefulso still, so calmnow shattering like glass dangerous and wild waters once lovedin the quiet of the sun are feared and …