Food for thought...

Hope leaps into the souls of the broken people.
Naked and undeterred.
Blind to wealth or cast.
Letting the souls soar in its wake.
Waisting no time to rebuild that, that was lost.
Life with hope, is worth living.

The Lake

The warm breeze bounces off the mighty trees. It darts between the cool spaces where pine needles cover the ground. I soak in the aroma that has comforted me for years.

The gentle air caresses my face as if to welcome me, it is searching for the water. For it has a task. The water looks so dark and fierce the breeze races over the top to soften it. Creating, small white mountaintops on each and every wave, both large and small.

I am not afraid. For me, it is heaven on Earth. I hop in a boat and disappear around a bend in the earth for hours. Or walk the trails and sample the bark of the majestic Birch tree.

As the day moves on I feel the sun sting my skin, it relieves me. For the long wet winter, is gone and just a faint memory of a time I wrestled with. The heat can only be quenched now, with a leap and a roll in the lake. The bottom so deep I have no idea how far down it can go. Perhaps canyon’s lie beneath me.

Filled with all manner of living things. The creatures great and small are all odd to say the least. They snap, and swim, slither and fly. It is a plethora of species. Myself, of course, being one of them. I wonder if they are the least bit curious about me.

Was this all created by God for man or was it created by man for God?

I honor it, cherish it, preserve it and share it. For it was not meant for me alone, it was meant for all of those able to see its beauty. Its worth is immeasurable.

Fear

Speak to me of fear. Hear your heart pound, feel your pulse quicken, how your palms grow moist like the tongue of the devil. Thoughts dart in and out, most unconnected.

Time slows and fear is trickling in with a slow drip. You reach out for help and you suddenly are speaking to your god.

 Knees grow weak and heads spin like a top until you collapse into a place unknown. Only visited in your nightmares, is this what we call hell?

 Sounds only heard in the far distance while motion is slowed and it hangs in the air. Will help come? Does anyone know I’m here?

Can I do this alone; someone please help, give me your hand, and pull me from this place of pain.

 My mind cannot work on its own, I am useless I am weak, I am in need.

One moment and it all can change, with one kind act, reach out and save me.

 I wait and in my mind you cannot come soon enough. Reach for me, help me!

Slumber

                                                                Slumber

I climb in bed, feel the bright white sheets tug at my toes, cool and crisp

I pull the blankets  up to my chin, and tuck them  hard under my weary shoulders.

My pillow fits my neck to perfection firm enough to lift it, but soft enough to caress it

I toss and turn throughout the night

Sweat slumber and wild dreams, dreams of far off  places, pretty faces, kind acts, and beauty.

I stretch as if to reach into my dreams and taste the joy, I beg the gods of slumber to hold me forever.

They do not hear my call.

 I turn to face the rising sunlight

I hear the birds begin to wake, their songs welcoming a new day

The earth has wept throughout the night

I rush from the bed looking forward to future

Perhaps today will be different

Slumber refills my soul with hope.

Yearning

Thoughts;  like passengers in a crowded train, flow without rhyme or reason, yet with solid deliberate intentions, they flow towards an inevitable destination, determined not by conscious construction, but by telepathic waves of senses, inferred from the heart, and forever searching, set adrift upon the ocean of doubt.

Time has always been and always will be, without delay, and without prejudice, since science has no boundaries, and life is so finite, never realizing when the opportunity will present itself, and the beauty of it all can disappear in a ripple of time. One must act, reach, and receive.

Above this all, atop the mountain of fear and self-doubt, there can be viewed, that one truth that I have been seeking since awareness had blessed me. The hardened most inner core of your heart. Not fear but knowledge of selflessness and of love, unexpressed by word, but demonstrated by act and sight, by my boring deep into that portal that cannot mask your soul.

 That only eyes can display, naked and free of the inhibitions born unto us all, unable to hide the truth, or those tightly held emotions that you so cautiously and defensively protect, but might they relent in the eyes of the other? Intuitively knowing that those eyes, no not your eyes, they do not lie, they are, for the heart, what cannot be disputed as the voice of your soul .They are the one real thing in sight. They reach out and pull me deep into the core of your emotions.

Past cannot be amended, nor remembered for more that it was, and love once tarnished, cannot be refinished to past glory; but the overture I offer  can produce a symphony of heavenly joy, and our souls once lost, once separate, can then be merged into one life full of joy and rapture.

As I turn and toss, and attempt to deflect the instincts that tease to control me, I suddenly understand that the events that led to this point, this moment, this place, are cosmic, so far beyond the power to resist, and only futile efforts shall reside.

Without intention, with child-like awe, our paths have crossed, and can never be as once before.

Souls, once lost within their own spheres, have found a bond, that neither society nor destiny can deny, and within each other, a touch, not yet felt, a song, not yet sung, a kiss, not yet tasted. Paths that cross, futures not yet known, and love not yet ripened. Until one day when you reach out your hand and take me, take me, take me…