Sep 15, 2013

silent wreck

my son Matthew and me came upon a wreck on a sandy beach it must have been there a while not forgotten just not recently discovered


 me well l just like getting down among the wreck
 

it just` lie`s there
with the ghost of
those now dead
reminded us living
of the past
silent to those alive

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Some people won't....they just will not

My effort's as pastoral counseling person centered worker. Not just using titles here trying to explore my practice in life been placed ...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"