There is no tomorrow for some.
They live in the moment and the next,
Looking ahead brings despair, while
Looking back; life only looks unfair.
They made decisions and choices,
but now they are moving on.
In a crowded walkway they are lonely
and alone. The street they walk on has their
name on it. People. Street People.
But they are moving on.
Life no longer is better or worse,
There is no rhyme or reason, unlike
this verse. They have this moment.
It is what it is. And the next one too.
Moving On is how they see some success.
They all don't do illegal things all the time.
There are some who have never broken a law but
they appear like they break one, the law of nature.
They are weak yet they survive, surprise yourself
say HI to someone and thank them for being alive.
But we are all Moving On.
There is a struggle for one and all, it happened shortly
after the FALL. Chaos corrupts each new day, so how can we
appreciate life with a dark cloud in the way?
There is beauty in the rise and more in the set of the orange
disk called the Sun.
The sun is Moving On too.
Miracles happen I have seen and believe,
But in a world with such tear filled eyes that grieve.
Blurred vision from so much pain and loss.
Please see the cross, let them see the cross!
But the dark clouds are Moving on and on.
There is an awesome plan and more in the cross and tomb; empty,
stone disc rolled away eternally there is a risen Son. This emptiness
brings everyone a chance to be fulfilled, I don't talk in riddles
but of precious blood spilled.
For you.
Are you Moving on..... from where you are
share, lend a hand, lend an ear shed a tear with
an others sorrows ........... deep seated hurt and harm
leaves them scarred, could you do this; if you were asked,
even if they stared at you hard. Unforgiving.
Move on, get moving on, no judgement hereafter
Get past the past, the richest treasure
awaits you, all of you, me and everyone.
Name it, say it, pray it ......live like you .....
know the ending of an eternal story.
What treasure do you seek?
Watch the horizon........let that
promise lift your head...... wait now
in this moment and the next......
Friday, February 17, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Gambler Two - Denise Comes in from the cold
The first blogstory I wrote was titled the Gambler this is Part Two, or maybe Part Too? Twice as long?
Denise tired from her attempted rest in the almost warm sun, decided to walk toward the pet food store,
she so badly wanted a cat or a dog, but she could not feed herself good food or everyday, so how could she keep a pet. She was hoping they would let her in, just to look, and dream.
She did not have a home, the back door of an an unused garage in a trodden down neighbourhood was where she lived. A long pallet kept her 5 foot frame off the cold cracked concrete. There were several layers of cardboard and hidden in a concrete pillar tube mold was her blanket for winter. She kept it wrapped in a plastic bag. This had worked for the last three years. She was near her favorite park, her favorite store and the Salvation Army Office was further but well work the walk, when she was able.
As she was walking she pulled the bright purple scarf, over her graying hair, it made her feel warm, and the colors brightened her mood, even if it was only for a little while. The brown tones in the scarf picked up the dirt patches on her coat. She had found the scarf, on the bench she always sat on. Someone had left it there, she still did not know if it was okay to take it, she just was not sure if it was right or was it really meant for her?
The family never came out to the garage. There was a tap in the garage, that never had been turned off even in winter. She was always able to get water to drink or was up quickly. She was surely blessed, despite not having lived in a normal situation for twenty-three years. As she walked there was a catch in her ankles and her knees; carrying the weight she had, she was overweight, she knew and everyone thought street people were slim or under fed. She had a poor choice of food all the time, too much sugar or to much fat or both. She craved meat every day. Some days there was nothing at all. She had lost track of where she was and had walked past the pet store, she was about to turn around and go back when she saw it, leaning against a wall. There was metal coffee mug.
She paused looking carefully around. No one had noticed the mug, sadly too no one had noticed her.
She picked up the stainless steel mug and was not sure what to do should she hide it? Should she open it? It felt empty. To her right there was the entrance to a well known coffee shop. She tried to pry the lid off, her hands were not able. She halfheartedly went to the door, and hesitated entering a world she had only watched from the outside. Trapped in her fear, frozen in indecision.
A man broke the spell pulling on the handle and gestured she was to go first saying, " the next cup, is the best cup of the day at this place, you go ahead and get it, eh?" Her fear washed by the wayside, the coffee aroma and sounds of chatter poured out the opened door to meet her; all together an invitation for her to step inside. Denise for the first time, joyfully accepted.
Denise tired from her attempted rest in the almost warm sun, decided to walk toward the pet food store,
she so badly wanted a cat or a dog, but she could not feed herself good food or everyday, so how could she keep a pet. She was hoping they would let her in, just to look, and dream.
She did not have a home, the back door of an an unused garage in a trodden down neighbourhood was where she lived. A long pallet kept her 5 foot frame off the cold cracked concrete. There were several layers of cardboard and hidden in a concrete pillar tube mold was her blanket for winter. She kept it wrapped in a plastic bag. This had worked for the last three years. She was near her favorite park, her favorite store and the Salvation Army Office was further but well work the walk, when she was able.
As she was walking she pulled the bright purple scarf, over her graying hair, it made her feel warm, and the colors brightened her mood, even if it was only for a little while. The brown tones in the scarf picked up the dirt patches on her coat. She had found the scarf, on the bench she always sat on. Someone had left it there, she still did not know if it was okay to take it, she just was not sure if it was right or was it really meant for her?
The family never came out to the garage. There was a tap in the garage, that never had been turned off even in winter. She was always able to get water to drink or was up quickly. She was surely blessed, despite not having lived in a normal situation for twenty-three years. As she walked there was a catch in her ankles and her knees; carrying the weight she had, she was overweight, she knew and everyone thought street people were slim or under fed. She had a poor choice of food all the time, too much sugar or to much fat or both. She craved meat every day. Some days there was nothing at all. She had lost track of where she was and had walked past the pet store, she was about to turn around and go back when she saw it, leaning against a wall. There was metal coffee mug.
She paused looking carefully around. No one had noticed the mug, sadly too no one had noticed her.
She picked up the stainless steel mug and was not sure what to do should she hide it? Should she open it? It felt empty. To her right there was the entrance to a well known coffee shop. She tried to pry the lid off, her hands were not able. She halfheartedly went to the door, and hesitated entering a world she had only watched from the outside. Trapped in her fear, frozen in indecision.
A man broke the spell pulling on the handle and gestured she was to go first saying, " the next cup, is the best cup of the day at this place, you go ahead and get it, eh?" Her fear washed by the wayside, the coffee aroma and sounds of chatter poured out the opened door to meet her; all together an invitation for her to step inside. Denise for the first time, joyfully accepted.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Get your violence here.... Get your .....
Violence sells, sex sells,
but why?
WHY?
Do we have a greed as a society,
greedy need to feed insatiability?,
from East to West and North to South,
Watch carefully what spills from my mouth.
I can not digest what I divest to the disheveled remains of my day.
I know they are not supposed to end or begin this way,
with tears instead of raindrops falling on my face, rolling down to...
to my paper covered desk, absorbed and lost drying the instant they were
spilled. Have you had your fill with what the world ills your way?
Take time to exhibit patient poise, in all that you face,
you are not alone in your lonely place, some say feel it,
I say try to pray and seal it! Away, oh Lord, away! Take me.
All this which is not the world's best will target you as a test, not the same
day or the same time, but sometimes, it will seem so as it comes all down the funnel
cloud of darkness of heavy woe and the gravity of your circumstances; pulls
at your hair on your head, plucks your nerves till your limbs feel heavy and dead
as your heart pumps red liquid poorly through the frozen pipes that circulate
oxygen with red tincture flowing that could be spilled like the tears and cover
the ground sorrowfully, bleeding ......
heartfelt loss
embarrassed as it is emptied,
from your vessel, with more cracks and
holes, pass me the plumbers' putty please!
Seal it and pray, each crack, each hole, each day,
C'mon!
It is not about how low down and into despair you go.
It is about him, Him! You might not agree, you might not
see, you may not believe, but He believed in you and me,
FIRST, so if things get bad or go worse,
look up from a position of pain, move to a place of
strength, to the rock, to the cleft, to the shadow of
an eagles' wings and then see what His mercy brings.....
Take what His mercy brings hold it close by your heart,
in your face.............your scars......the ugly...... will one
day BE gone........may my hollow sounding words tremble
like a tree-trunk under the weight of many birds that take flight
with your plight, your harsh existence, be carried away in flight
on the echo of "no more tears, no more tears" sends the winged
prayers to flights of spoken freedom........ heard higher and higher.
but why?
WHY?
Do we have a greed as a society,
greedy need to feed insatiability?,
from East to West and North to South,
Watch carefully what spills from my mouth.
I can not digest what I divest to the disheveled remains of my day.
I know they are not supposed to end or begin this way,
with tears instead of raindrops falling on my face, rolling down to...
to my paper covered desk, absorbed and lost drying the instant they were
spilled. Have you had your fill with what the world ills your way?
Take time to exhibit patient poise, in all that you face,
you are not alone in your lonely place, some say feel it,
I say try to pray and seal it! Away, oh Lord, away! Take me.
All this which is not the world's best will target you as a test, not the same
day or the same time, but sometimes, it will seem so as it comes all down the funnel
cloud of darkness of heavy woe and the gravity of your circumstances; pulls
at your hair on your head, plucks your nerves till your limbs feel heavy and dead
as your heart pumps red liquid poorly through the frozen pipes that circulate
oxygen with red tincture flowing that could be spilled like the tears and cover
the ground sorrowfully, bleeding ......
heartfelt loss
embarrassed as it is emptied,
from your vessel, with more cracks and
holes, pass me the plumbers' putty please!
Seal it and pray, each crack, each hole, each day,
C'mon!
It is not about how low down and into despair you go.
It is about him, Him! You might not agree, you might not
see, you may not believe, but He believed in you and me,
FIRST, so if things get bad or go worse,
look up from a position of pain, move to a place of
strength, to the rock, to the cleft, to the shadow of
an eagles' wings and then see what His mercy brings.....
Take what His mercy brings hold it close by your heart,
in your face.............your scars......the ugly...... will one
day BE gone........may my hollow sounding words tremble
like a tree-trunk under the weight of many birds that take flight
with your plight, your harsh existence, be carried away in flight
on the echo of "no more tears, no more tears" sends the winged
prayers to flights of spoken freedom........ heard higher and higher.
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