Saturday, June 28, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Away down under
The swinging doors of time,
The many roads before us,
Which one do I claim as mine?
Forever onward trodding,
Back we can not go.
The path leads us forward
Where ever we choose to go.
The storms, although gloomy
are necessary to see
all the rays of hope
ahead of you and me.
The best we can hope for
During the rains and bright sunshine
Is a friend to walk beside us
who likes us most the time.
~pj johnson 6-4-2007 cr
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Delighted to see you! Come sit for a spell.
Let me pour you some coffee. I hope you've been well.
Hey did ya' hear the news going round.
They found that ol' guy, looks like he drowned.
Makes me wonder to know if Ms. Catrina is safe.
Will she come back to town after her escape.
Thought I'd go by Miss Connies tomorrow.
She's been doing fine, but I'm worried of late. She's giving stuff away, and she cleaned up the gate. Boy, don't her gardens look fit for faeries! Yes, I'll give her a hug. She's had enough worries.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
I AM a butterfly. I stuggle to break out of my cocoon so that I might flit from flower to flower and bask in the sun. I am anxious to spread my wings and drink life's nectar. I wonder if I have what it takes to keep trying because so often I am tired and it would be easier to give up. ....To stay in my shell and slowly fade away.
I AM a fisherman, casting about in the sea of life. I bait my hook and cast, hoping to reel in a dream or two. I wonder why; life, in her cruelness only sends me stick bass.
I AM a precious sterling silver tea set, placed on the shelf and forgottten. Tarnished with age and neglect, I wonder If I will ever again feel appreciated and useful. If only someone would take the time to pay attention to me, I would once again shine and grace the table.
I AM the foundation of our family. While so much is constantly piled on top of me; I remain strong and sturdy. I am the corner stone. Set firmly and squared, so that all that comes after me will not fall. ....will NOT fail. My children view life thru the windows that I hold. My husband can be confident that his castle will stand forever. My neighbors and community are assured that they have a safe house in thier midst. My God sees his banner flying high from the towers. But I wonder...am I enough? Can I stand thru another tornado. When the next storm assails my walls, can I still find the strength to stand?