as it was
that were in
The sea like silken water with its triangular-peaked hills rising in front of me, neither relaxed or in a hurry, flows at a speed I wanted to experience. I paddled frantically, and suddenly, in a breath, the sensation changed from a pulling through the water to a force pushing onto the azul cliff crest. Then there was the perfect rush down, the fall, a thunder of water behind, a liquid slicing turn along green-blue scenery, a coal-less steam-powered train ride, the only energy nature’s.
In that breath, that ride, I remember that I too am part of this flowing life, and I shout out, thankful, singing, a prayer from within. Air rushes past, nothing else can matter, my body and mind are consumed by a few seconds. A delicious sensation, even the salty taste and scent as I inhale, smiling.
Seaside, I walk up the beach in adoration of nature. My soul feels like my body felt, like a rock being momentarily launched, skimmed over something deep and alive. And at the end of the ride, at the end of the moment, I sink into that which I love so much.
Though I am not aware of any great love
beaming down upon me, I hope they are there
My lost son, my mother , her parents,
They speak to me, hear me when no one else does.
I have searched, believed, dreamed, loved
and seen all of that stolen from me.
In misery, drowning in tears, I have lain,
thinking of you, longing for your touch.
Oh, Holy Spirit, one whom I should trust
I often wonder where you are, near, or far
Do you watch over me while I suffer?
Do you not interject yourself in earths troubles?
There was a time when the majesty of your works,
the beauty of the forest and flowers of spring,
carried me to a place of pure delight.
Now, all I do is wonder what I did to make you leave.
Nothing can bring back what was stolen from me.
I try to find comfort in the winds, the sea,
To find you again, but I cannot see beyond the clouds.
I reach up, longingly to find only emptiness.
All you must do is reach down as I reach up,
as you did once and suddenly withdrew.
I hear the winds power, the majestic clouds.
But i want you, and can never ever have you here again.
Originally posted on Living and Lovin:
Yes I come from those who had farms. I always adored the animals that lived there but never had the time for one of my own lately though the animals around the corner are calling out to me. I absolutely think they are adorable.
Want to see the subject of my affection?
They love me too! One eye on me and that black thing I have in my hand and the other eye watching JT in the truck.
Look at that pretty face I bet you it would follow me home.
See they have plenty!
One of the others is complaining about me as the field had lots of younger ones with their moms so this one turned to see if it was talking to her yes the females have horns and I bet they hurt.
JT was mad she wanted to be beside me to protect me but…
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