Gods Heart |
So, one day I'm talking to someone who had just come back from spending the day at Grand Beach. She said she spent most of her time walking up and down the beach, looking for a sp...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Feb 2008 19:57:00 GMT |
Burnt Cookies |
At a picnic several years ago in Birds Hill Park, friends were roasting smokies over a fire. Burnt and charred smokies were offered up and I grabbed one, telling them of my love of burnt edibles...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 22:18:00 GMT |
The Peregrine Chicks |
For all of the Peregrine Phanatics out there, this is for you!Four little fuzz balls all in a row,oblivious to the eyes of the worldfixed upon their every move.
Each night tucked beneath their parent...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Aug 2007 09:33:00 GMT |
Goodbye Sasha |
To some, she was just a cat.To others, as human as can be with paws and fur.Eighteen years old she was -a lifetime of unconditional love and companionship.Gone . . . She will live ...
Posted by on Thu, 24 May 2007 20:14:00 GMT |
Forgiveness |
Forgiveness
How hard is that?Hurted, smarted,terrorized, targeted.Justified in mindto respond in kind.
Yet, the treasure lies in the opposite,in the letting go.
Peace comes with the offeringof mind, ...
Posted by on Fri, 04 May 2007 20:13:00 GMT |
Symtoms of Inner Peace . . . |
* A tendency to think and act spontaneously rather than on fears based on past experience * An unmistakable ability to enjoy the moment * A loss of interest in judging other people * A loss of interes...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 09:01:00 GMT |
Really ticked . . . |
It seemed quite the fit, almost perfect, really . . . could of been made in heavenHe spoke with kindness, and understanding, and was so affirming
Encouraging they were, his words of desire ...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 20:12:00 GMT |
What will it be this time? |
What will it be this time?
Daring not to rest her thoughts on solid groundlest the words betray unspoken desires of love and lustSo deep is the silenceShe dare not feel the sound,nor touch upo...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 08:12:00 GMT |
More demons . . . |
It comes in different shapes and colours - disguised as truth
A huge cavernous emptiness of wordsSeething beneath the surface of thoughtTaunting relentlessly
. . . without mercy
Hopelessness . . .so ...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Feb 2007 20:10:00 GMT |
Demons and dreams and other things |
He used to sit in my dreams and watch mewith vague, empty eyesAlmost pleading
Laying there, so scaredholding tightly to my hand, hurtingterrifiedWhispering in his ear, I tell him that I love himSayin...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 09:11:00 GMT |
