PURPLE LATCHES: June 2009

Friday, June 26, 2009

Nostalgic-Reality

As night descends, I sit under the light of the moon. A face circles inside twilight's greeting. Words whisper as they are swept away into the silken waterfall of illusion. A pause in the gap of time becomes nostalgic dust.

Below, the dark night pond will immerse every phrase letter by letter as they fall away into the unknown. The wind is compassionate as I drift to the tip of the earth to observe their meaning. It whispers of tomorrow’s kiss.

Life is not a book but a performance. Dreams are glamorous realities filled with gossamer thoughts. Wishes dance inside our minds as reality becomes the braided channel of life that runs deep inside our veins. Embrace each moment that you dare to dream.

nostalgique réalité

June 26, 2009

Saturday, June 20, 2009

REFLECTIONS

I feel inward tears as I reflect upon the lasting memories. I purpose to understand the black and white finality involved in death.

There's a map that directs us to a place of acceptance, understanding, and peace while taking away the painted darkness that lingers

Believing with my whole being that God would heal you, I diligently prayed. I had no doubt in my mind or did I?

I became a child with mustard seed faith. I stood strong every waking hour while my insides crumbled at the wasting away of your physical body not to mention your mind. I felt winter’s chill grip my heart as I stood by your bed watching decay consume you slowly and painfully.

Yet, I believed with all my heart, soul, and mind that you would be healed. It’s been almost a year since you closed your eyes, and I said goodbye. I've found the map that has allowed me to accept that you’re gone.

I've found understanding from the one that created you. I continually seek peace within this valley of the shadow of death as I find myself amid this place.

You see, Daddy, I know that you are healed, the cancer is gone, the broken bones are restored, and you are happy beside your Creator, but I miss you still.

God is a loving God … You taught me that…

God is my map and I have the Precious Memories

I love you, Daddy

June 20, 2009

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ERASE ME FROM THE BOTTOM

Each drop of ink brings an unraveling page. I am wrapped in thoughts of sepia. I am drawn from tiny eternities lying in wait. They peer at me from every corner of my fingertips. I watch as you walk through the threshold toward me. You slowly unlatch me like a locked door. I back away from the edges of my ink stains. I can not find my way out of this layer of paper. Outside, the wind is howling but not a leaf will fall because I did not deem it so. I did not write it nor did I willingly sketch it in place. My hands are mortal and seek revenge. I will dress them with nothing more than a ring of thought. I’ll watch you from chasm’s ledge as you erase me from the bottom……………

Barren

What then, shall I say? No longer can I button my mentations inside a circle of yellow? Inquire not of this circle for it lies within my domain....one that mimics the sun wearing the face of many ideas. You, on the other hand, sit upon your window sill, of nonchalance, while I stand at a fork of questions... a pathway of many wishes, thoughts, regrets and portentous ramblings. Shall I drown inside my own madness without the hand of regeneration? Grant these wishes so that my thoughts may become tomorrow's reality... Let not this dry place consume me I implore thee... I, like a woman barren, speak of fulfillment.

Life and The Tea Party

Life is not a tea party. We are plagued with fitful sleep; nights of unwanted dreams( now what is in the stimulus package) that demand payment; a cup of reality dished out in increments called hours in a day. We get up each day to sail through the things that make us responsible. We say the right words at the right time. We go to great lengths to acquire the right amount of education so that we may become the right person......(you know the reference.... they sit up all hours of the night writing new health care plans) For whom are we right? ( Democrats, Republicans, Third Parties) We all have an agenda don't we? We all have an opinion. We all know the answers, ask any political action committee, and we will settle it once and for all at the next Tea Party... Whoops...someone got booted from the BIG TEA PARTY`````` Big split inside Tea Party movement

If Only

Friday, June 26, 2009

Nostalgic-Reality

Saturday, June 20, 2009

REFLECTIONS