drips of rain
falling from my roof
thank you Lord
rim 9/3/05
Posted on 08/28/2005 2:26:23 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed "Planet Mars."
Have a good rest.
drips of rain
falling from my roof
thank you Lord
rim 9/3/05
Human Kind,
what difficult devices we define,
when all we have to do,
is trust in Him, and,
He will see us through.
So fellow Americans
please don't,
be downtrod.
Lift up your heads,
Let go, and let God!!!!!!
rim 9/3/05
Good evening, Hope. Very nice haiku and graphic. Thank You.
Let God Let God...so true.
Miss Feather's
doing Haiku too
Woo-oo-Hoo!!!
Beautiful Haiku and Graphic Miss Feather.
Good night everyone . . .see you tomorrow.
HUGS Thank YOU.
Did I really do a haiku?? I never know!! LOL
Rest well dear Hope and thanks for your contributions to The Lair.
Yes . . . you did a 3-5-3 haiku, congratulations . . . ;-)
Renquist just died . . .Oh boy . . . does it never end?
Yes, I heard that he has passed. I have been on a thread about it.
Good man, so sorry. He was a pretty sick guy.
Night, night, Hope.
Sweet dreams Queenie!
*HUGS*
See you in the AM.
Sweet dreams, Little Diva. *HUGS*
Dark Wine
Dark wine, swirled in a crystal glass,
holding the fire’s ruddy highlights.
A dark mirror, in which images pass,
prompting thoughts this night so right.
Silent parade of the past comes in review,
and I walk halls of my mind, in retrospection.
Some are as sweet as clear morning dew,
others, taste of bittersweet self-deception.
Smoky flavor of a red, red wine bites soft,
and memories entwine with highlights in my glass.
Night sounds play a soft melody that loft,
such thoughts that take me away as they pass.
My pipe softly crackles as clouds of dreams arise,
clouds of aromatic memories to drift about.
Like fog, they all too often hide reality and the lies,
and yet I care not, for in time I’ll figure it all out.
Whispers of a scribing pen record words at play,
and I find something there that I watch with care.
Part of me and part of life shaped to have its say,
and I let the night lead me where it will so fair.
Dark wine, swirled in a crystal glass,
holding the fire’s ruddy highlights.
A dark mirror, in which images pass,
prompting thoughts this night so right.
Thanks
I listen to the silence of the night
and thank Him for this day we have shared.
Smiles entwined with soft words so right,
and I showed you how much I have cared.
Warmth of a summer sun upon my skin,
and the kiss of a breeze like a caress.
I am so alive to the world about me again,
and that is a gift to share I do confess.
What He bound we keep in His Light and Grace,
and treasure each day with loving heart again.
and somewhere in time we will see His face,
and know we have come home, far from mortal pain.
Until that day we’re paired in His sight,
sharing all that comes our common way.
Children of a greater love and might,
sheltered in His love until that coming day.
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