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Still God's Children
Dear Lord, You are the One True God, hear my prayer. I offer this praise to You and speak not only as Your servant, but also as a servant to those gathered here around me. We are children of Yours here below Your Heavenly Kingdom. Now we rest in search of peace, cooled by your shadow, but tired from all types of work and play. Your glorious light has been shining down on us, as has your cleansing rain. We have been both champions of your Will, and we have stumbled with weak steps in folly. But God, we are all here now, your children together and we need you as individuals as well as a universal whole. Please look favorably upon us and bless us with Your redeeming grace. We see the sky above us still shines with Your glorious light, and as it does, it extends a welcome that can not be denied. Oh God if it be Your will, offer direction to us and enable us to realize your true promise. Grant us entrance into your Heavenly Kingdom, and as we prepare to journey to You, offer help to those of us who need it the most. Thank You Lord for hearing this prayer and also my plea: Please God, recognize that we are all still your children, and love us a little while longer. Love P.J. Amen Suicide Bones Some time ago a couple on the lamb crept along a haunted ridge. Their eyes opened wide to spectres in flight who passed through the air in the cemetery when the fog became tight. The low hung moon revealed them, elusive in her silver light. Lost and not far away, some other young man went out to die. The moon did not reveal him as he wandered along that ridge, It was Death who haunted there and hunted in the shadows. When the couple finally settled on the old stone foot bridge, the night had already grown wet and damned them in the cold. Smile forsaken, she began to weep then seep into their souls. They both began to shake for her with some unseen truth then locked in the grip of a ghost's chains. His chains were past lives in past times the night had known. The girl first caught a fleeting glimpse of one past life, then to him it was quickly shown. That night their memories shared were not enough to warm the drifting souls. The moments passed with a chill until they learned about the young man who had gone out to die. They caught news of him on the howling wind, how he was misled and vexed to commit his life to suicide. They took no notice of him as his life became forfeit then lost. Perhaps when the low moon flew from the starless night and left her to coldly weep then seep without its silver light, that Death found his mark. Perhaps it was when the those ghostly chains were opened and couple was freed again? When he passed away that night no one may ever know, unless they creep themselves among the graves with open ears, and wait to be told. One can be told by a local ghost who drifts and moves from grave to grave. He keeps an eye on those who failed, not heroes, but losers and knaves. Those buried, lost dead provide the skeletons beneath the stones. They now spook and haunt that ridge, it is their place, it is their home. The ghost above holds the truth, it's he you'd seek, for he grasped the answer that question from those skeletons there that rattle the suicide bones. |
A Toast to Love
I'd like an egg on toast with you tomorrow in the morning, So I propose we toast to that, while here together tonight. Let's share a drink & a dance as we toast beside the bonfire. Sweeter than the mallows that roast for other lover's delight, is to kiss your lips & breathe the air that intoxicates my head. Get kind of close, go toes to toes and share some time in bed, With a bit more wine and a red rose then toast you in the tub. I say now dear I'll toast to you for as long as I draw breath. For I do agree since you ask of me, to give you my very best?" It's true that my best is all I'll give, or so help me God above, I propose one last toast, that we share a quick deep kiss as you take in the truth of my warm strong love. Yes thanks, I slept peacefully and was comfortable as I drifted in my mind and absorbed the relaxing sounds of our secret Island paradise. The lapping waters on the shore seemed to caress and guide my breath as it rose and fell in rhythm with the ebb and flow of the tide. The birds too, it seemed with there tunes, just knew how to sing their sweet songs for us. My ears caught each little note. The tweets so sweet played on my brain the same way your words do when you are close and whisper your kisses to me. Now in vanishing moments I vaguely remember illusive whales calling out there there, only now it seems they might have been dreams. The release of their breath, that vaporous air, told me they'd surfaced but I never learned where. The silver moonlight cast down through the cloud was not quick enough to show them in song, and with a slap of their tales the moment was gone. Oh and darling yes, I do agree. We should come here more often, for to be here with you creates the magic that's needed to allow wishes to come true. I know it is so because I see You when we are here. Not just my love, not just my girl, but I see You. My heart beats for yours, because like me, your fondness for this island puts love into life. When we share this gift and appreciate this place together, we provide the power that completes the link and ties the Earth to Heaven. Although we may not be able to travel up to the stars to sit with the angels, I know that when you close your eyes and you sleep in my arms, they travel down here to this place and watch over us. Even Cupid smiles when we kiss for he knows his truest arrow has perfectly struck it's mark. Yes I slept well, it was a peaceful slumber. This hideaway always provides that for me. Please call me here to sleep with you anytime you like. There exists no other place on earth with more welcome for me, there exists no other time throughout all creation I'd rather spend a moment in. If given the choice I would have been born here and when life leads me into the unknown, my desire is for this place to receive my final breath. When we are here together then I am home. I am home again, now. My love I am home. Let Me ask You something: When it does come back around, the circle of life, what did you contribute? What did you put forth that has waned in the past world and does now wax strongly in this one? When the circle completes for you, and your last becomes your first, and your first shall be your last... Are you proud of yourself for completing all that you have done? We are defined by our effort put forth here. Are the words you sung then and sing again now worth repeating? I say Yes. I say Mind your P.'s and J.'s. Question for me... . Ask me no question's... and I'll give you no answers. |