Death’s Messenger, my empathic heart feels you drawing near. I will remain in a place where I no longer belong to be with her, because she is so dear. I do not fear you or the pathway you create, like her I know the Lord, so it will not be you dictating which final road either of us takes.
Oh yes…, now I can see your dark cloaked figure in the woods outside her door. You may come but her destination is determined so you can only take her to heaven’s door. I hope you grow impatient and frustrated as you wait. I supposed you smelled her dying heart but only God knows the exact date.
Your gleaming eyes, green with death’s mold, I suppose to do what you do, requires a soul empty and cold. Only an entity with no feelings could take those without God in their lives, below to the depths filled with pain, darkness, and eternal fire. When you place your cloak over your intended’s eyes, never again to reflect an earthly sunrise, do you laugh or do you cry?
I have seen you approach with death’s sniffing nose many times before, boldly walking into many of the weak and weary hospital room doors. You didn’t dare come near me and my angels sitting beside my Dad’s bed as his breathing slowed, I knew he would never be the same again so ever so slowly, I told my angels to take him and my heart to let go.
As I stare at your darkness from the safety of her warm and comforting last place, I wonder if I have misjudged you and the task you must undertake. Do you cry when carrying a lost soul because it no longer has a choice? Do you smile when you hear Jesus calling the one you carry towards His kind and caring voice?
Slink away you dark, slimy and smelly creature, pace back and forth if you must, this one belongs to heaven so for your partners in hell, this one is a bust. When the time for her heart to stop has arrived, I have asked God to send angels to carry her up to heaven under her sweet Saviors watching eyes.
Change, what a ginormous word you are, everyone is impacted by the meaning no matter how close or far. The cost of ignoring you can be beyond measure, if recognized too late, dreams can disappear like stolen treasure.
You're never too rich, too poor, too smart, too silly, too serious, too old or too young to miss the mark, we all have all ignored you, forced to live with results that tore us apart. The cost of change is sometimes high and sometimes low; I suppose that dictates how serious our thoughts and conversations about it go.
Change can come in an instant we all have learned, forcing you to stop and learn to breathe again while figuring out which way to turn. I am surprised at how long certain changes can take, learning to look to God for the strength to patiently wait.
Despite my great big “brave” words about not being scared of being alone, it is still scary having no idea where you will settle and have a home. Where will the Christmas Tree and all its presents go, how can I best stay close to friends and loved ones I know?
But please God, hear my heart, I am ready to do whatever you ask. I love you and trust you to give me strength no matter the task.
When do I get to have a new ball, all those sticks in the yard don’t do nothin for me at all. Henry who lives in the yard across the street, he always has a new one and never has to wash his feet.
And by the way, I saw those beef ribs you ate the other day, not one stinkin bone was sent my way. Just you wait until your not home, I’m goooonnnna eat your new pillow while I am alone.
And while I’m at it, that chicken has to go. the clucking, scratching, and getting Nana’s attention is annoying, don’t act like you don’t know. I’ve had enough of that chicken being carried around, if you leave it up to me, I’ll drop it off at the local pound.
I may want to start living in your next home with you, between the chickens, baby deer and owls this place is starting to feel like a zoo. I need to be number one and have all your attention, for the record the vet was wrong, the weight gain is just water retention.
You can read books and watch videos on many delicious looking things, but until you see, touch and taste it for yourself, you don't know if it will mean anything. Just like a Cracker Jack Box with a prize, you have to try it to know if you like it and it's surprise.
Some prizes you will keep for a day, some for a week before you give it away. If your lucky you get something to keep for a while, but blessed is the one who find a prize that will never go out of style.
A hundred or more boxes people may buy, some hoping a gold ring is never what's inside. Others after time well spent, welcome the ring and use it to make something permanent.
You never know which way things like this go, and only by meeting in the middle and spending time will you know. You can only hope they chose to respect the process and try to do no harm, to be themselves, be honest and not use deceptive charms.
What is the point to do it any other way, the truth will eventually hit you like a foul ball, uncaught, that went astray. ; ) If they meant anything to you at all, you will do your best to make sure there is no harm and no foul.
God always had a reason for whatever words He sent her way, thinking of the prayer she wrote in a cabin not far away. Now it seemed her prayers were only needed for a season, a beautiful prayer walk in fall leaves ending in warm summer breezes.
She wondered when it would be time to put her once in a lifetime words away, written in ink not to be forgotten in a few days. This was not an ordinary everyday event, the vast ocean couldn't stop the words and music she believed were heaven sent.
Surprised to see a blood moon where it wasn't meant to be, she didn't have to wonder any longer, she believed. All those days she spent with her words in the middle uncertain, her instincts were right, the wizard really was behind the curtain.
Relieved, happy and sad for her friends all at the same time, looking at carefully placed photographs of their long time love defining reality's do not cross double lines. Amen
Everyone has a pile of dirty laundry we don’t own, items thrown in our basket that don’t belong. Shirts refashioned from the past, jean with holes filled in with words from a nut job that unfortunately hang on and last.
No matter if you live in a small town or big city, one day you’re fat, dumb and ugly, the next you’re skinny, smart and pretty. God forbid you should find fortune or even worse fame, then you’re really a big target for their dirty laundry games.
Fame and fortune with the friends it bring can come and go, along with all those words of affirmation from people “in the know”. The same people who built you up may tear you down, when they decide your laundry is no longer in fashion so they don’t want you around.
Yucky, sucky people like an octopus with arms in multiple places, they have to own more than one mirror to reflect all their faces. What happened to their heart my mind often asks, why make up horrible lies that destroy and sometimes last and last.
When gossip's black tar pit of words finds it's way to you, walk around it, don't step into it's sucking, destroy you type of glue. It's an endless pit of sorrow and despair, dragging you down away from any semblance of clean air.
But if you can't avoid this pit from hell, use it to see who stands by you when you ring the "I need help" bell. Prepare your heart for the ones that will fall away, the ones who would have abandoned you in the long run anyway.
Sticky, like honey covering it's smothering vines, taking some six feet deep because they didn't have the strength to climb. Despite what anyone's gossip, words or music say, don't look back, you are going to be okay.
Well, once again, I changed my mind. I am not ready... so I won't be sharing my words with other poets anytime. They are precious to me and represent my heart, besides, I haven't had the chance, yet, to make my fresh start.
Almost like a child are the words that strangely come from inside of me. I am amazed at how my heart uses my pen to set them free. Dad, are you the one sending them my way? When you left us did you still have things you wanted to say?
When they look at my words about love I placed on my page, will they doubt I know anything due to the betrayals that came my way. If they only knew, but they never will, of the ones who deeply loved me and have a small piece of my heart...still.
I wasn't ready when others began using my photos of things I love. What about my words..... what if they are not loved? Am I ready and strong enough not to care, when critics bring doubts about what I choose to share?
(As you read, hum Whitesnake's song "Here I Go Again" for extra points)
They keep searching for an answer but the doctor never seems to find what he is looking for. Oh Lord, give me the strength to not hurt anybody today, cause I know what this means... I will be sleeping on this couch while I dream.
Here we are again (3rd time) in this hospital room on our own, praying the doctor fixes this so we can go home. Hanging on to the promises from the nurse yesterday but I've made up my mind, their lyinnnngggggg and we will be here for a long time.
It's my mom who needs a rescue, waiting on MRI's sweet clarity, and I'm gonna sit here on my cute little ass for the rest of the day, cause I know what this all means, yep, you know it, I will be sleeping again on this couch while I dream.
So here I go on my own, going down to the cafeteria alone. Like a zombie, with no sleep, I stumble along alone. But I've made up my mind, I ain't eating salad one more time.
I am exhausted, tomorrow is my birthday and I am praying she does not die on that day. Well, wait, I guess that would mean it was her heavenly birthday so I suppose her reuniting with Dad again wouldn't be a bad thing..... The truest form of everlasting love I have ever personally witnesses. I grew up in in the middle of that "everlasting" so I am blessed to know what it look like. Even if I never get to feel it myself.
Did you know that you can still watch The Golden Girls, Barney, Gunsmoke and The Waltons? Did you know all the news channels say the same thing, OVER and OVER and OVER and OVER? Do you ever wonder how long hamburgers have been sitting out when you walk into a restaurant? Not usually, but here you do. LOL
They say on a clear day you can see forever, old doubts about the road before you have been severed. The sun is shining through the leaves, you begin your journey with open windows so your skin can enjoy the breeze.
Blurry days will come with the fear they bring, so do what we tell little kids when they get scared, SING. Sing of His love for you and your precious heart, He has always known the best way from the start.
Why do we think we know better than Him, for goodness sake just pinch the skin you are in. He created every cell you see on your arm, if you're smart enough to listen He will keep you from harm.
So sing, even if you have to do it alone, who cares if you are the only one home. If you can't sing then hum a little tune, you will find a smile on your face appearing soon.