Oct 7, 2018

Breathe these days

These are the days
That we breath
Struggles come had failures so deep
Pain is visible
Faith is week
Hope is not possible
Troubles ahead

God appears absent
Voice in my head 'don't give up'
But the frost on the car
The dew in the grass
Tells me the hurt lingers ahead
These are the days 
Coming in thick and fast

Where is the love to forge a union
Football on Quest it hard to watch
As the days that l breathe 
Lead to trouble ahead

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Shelter from October first storm

Got through the storm winds,rain,trees down promenade deserted. Evidence of ugly but or so very beautiful nature. Nature clashing in itself....

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"