They usually don't pay attention at all. They're usually far away and never notice my presence. But today as I moved along the grass I caught their eyes. Slowly each one gathered closer and closer, watching my every move with curiosity and almost wonder. How amazing could I be? I'm just a normal human being. What could I be doing that causes such content interest? I sit down on a rock then and watch them back, unfolding my napkin and sandwich. They're lined up perfectly before me. Immovable. Seems they're almost afraid to look away. Then the one in the center turns to her neighbor and I swear I hear her say the words:
"Do you think she's going to share or should we go on to plan B?"
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Golden Bridge
Firelight
Glowing in the distance
Dances across the water
On a man-made beacon
Drawing me in
To cross
And find you
Glowing in the distance
Dances across the water
On a man-made beacon
Drawing me in
To cross
And find you
Losing Control to Find It
It was in this moment that he realized this is the way he always wanted to go. Suddenly, all the fear left him and he stopped fighting it and sat back to take in the moment. The equipment beneath him stuttered and spun and he simply smiled.
He'd lived his life the way he had always hoped he would. He had learned to fly. The dream he had had as a child was fulfilled and even magnified beyond what he ever imagined. As a stunt flier, he had wowed the crowd. He had managed to do things in mid air that he never could have dreamed possible back when he first saw a plane fly above his head at the age of 7 years. Back then, he only imagined soaring through the clouds someday. He never dreamed he would do that and so much more.
The plane beneath him had been his friend, his comfort through every trial, his get-away from every difficulty. This was the friend he had spent so much of his life with, and this was the friend he would end it all with. Its spinning had now subsided and it was diving toward the earth.
He closed his eyes and felt that now he was truly flying. Inside and out.
He'd lived his life the way he had always hoped he would. He had learned to fly. The dream he had had as a child was fulfilled and even magnified beyond what he ever imagined. As a stunt flier, he had wowed the crowd. He had managed to do things in mid air that he never could have dreamed possible back when he first saw a plane fly above his head at the age of 7 years. Back then, he only imagined soaring through the clouds someday. He never dreamed he would do that and so much more.
The plane beneath him had been his friend, his comfort through every trial, his get-away from every difficulty. This was the friend he had spent so much of his life with, and this was the friend he would end it all with. Its spinning had now subsided and it was diving toward the earth.
He closed his eyes and felt that now he was truly flying. Inside and out.
Hope Shines a Light
There are times when dark clouds descend and we find ourselves waiting for that light to come. Trust that it always does.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Light a Candle
Each soul shines bright, like a candle
Some brighter than others
But we can all share the light
Each soul gives off heat, like a candle
Some warmer than others
But we can all share in the warmth
Standing together
We share our light with each other
We shine the brightest in prayer
Come closer to
Those empty souls
The ones whose light grows faint
Strengthen them and bring them home
To share in our bright
Shimmering prayers
Some brighter than others
But we can all share the light
Each soul gives off heat, like a candle
Some warmer than others
But we can all share in the warmth
Standing together
We share our light with each other
We shine the brightest in prayer
Come closer to
Those empty souls
The ones whose light grows faint
Strengthen them and bring them home
To share in our bright
Shimmering prayers
Monday, June 1, 2009
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