Tear the complaint apart, Like junk mail. Before it breaths life. into words, Whips up substance, into choking dust, irritating wind. That creeps into peace. Separates. Divides. Better to be, Silent.
The years get eaten up like candy,Can’t stop indulging in time,Doing the every day,Worrying and preventing worries.Grinding my teeth,Facing the workday,Making me old,Wearing down my wick,Burning my oil,Looking back,Looking forward,The path is straight,That follows the line of time.
It is an older house, Not old in the good sense, weathered, outdated, simple with overgrown bushes. But the top edge of the windowed front porch is adorned with vintage Christmas lights; Big, bright, red, blue, green, yellow. Jolly colors that tell me, Someone in that house has a merry heart. The care of its … Continue reading Light From Within