Traditions once were new.
There is a history, untold, Of paradise and passions bred; And so we spend our living days Among the houses of the dead Beneath the selfsame sky they knew, We walk their paths, and feel their souls: For all that was, is yet to be, And written on our own hearts’ scrolls There was a … Continue reading "Of Paradise"
“A battlefield this was” Is likely true Most everywhere we go If we just knew. But history, at least What we discuss Or think about, must Somehow concern us. But empathy, perspective – These can grow – Just know to think ‘Bout what you think You know
Photo credit : ID 3563443 Susan Leggett | Dreamstime.com He sits down on the hardwood bedroom floor, Examining the photos he just found. Some of them he’d seen before, and he remembered How old he thought these were when he was just a kid. But now they seem alive, they seem to carry Voices, times, and … Continue reading "Among the Fallen"
"Forming a local community"
The daily battles that we fight Are what our lives are, in the end The horrors of the past we hide The present dooms that might impend And as the days and years go by We list events out, name and date And hear the dove of mourning cry For all the lucklessness of fate For death … Continue reading "The Daily Battles"
The feet, the wheels, the wagons that came through here Can still be heard by those with ears to hear The covering protects their holy mem’ries Enabling them, perhaps, to reappear The days are gone when everything was covered The elements of life are on us all And every move we make is tracked and … Continue reading "Covered"