Her words were slickly lacquered, dripping with venom that singed the air as they fell. She traced her tongue up my neck and whispered in a way that would shatter glass. “It’s the words inbetween,” she said, “those are the ones I truly mean.” Then, her toes curled with the release of the truth she kept hidden.
He didn’t have to say much,
It was all in his eyes ~
He didn’t have to do much,
It was enough, just to be at his side.
I stood in your doorway this morning
dreaming you’d turn around
you’d tilt your head
you’d softly whisper
A verse from a short poem – ‘Philosophy is Forestry’s Child’ – in my Foreword:
Ask not which came first, the acorn or the oak.
We came as children of the forest;
First our wooden cradle, then our kindling for industry.
Instead think forward — trees will shelter us from ourselves.
The sweetest melody that plays
on starry nights and wintry days,
most soothing to my listening ears
and calming to beleaguering fears,
I call a symphony on air
the song of sweet, still silence rare.
Secure in his flight
Rider on the constant winds
Hawk flies through his days
Looks then to the east
Prompted by fate’s gentle breeze
Changes his intent
Fate’s gentle breezes
Move the mighty heart to change
Towards these weeks of rain I give effusive praise.
Let me always be reminded that there is time for change.
Silly giggles of laughter
I store upon a shelf
I give some to other
I save some for myself
I am rich beyond all measure
Though not with worldly wealth
I store up these treasures
For my heart and soulful health.
This separation happened for a reason, this esason is for our own good; God is just positioning us.
If you’re frightened of the countless number of books in the library, you’ll never write anything, until you close your eyes and hold the pen.