Dear friend
Today a thought of "dear friend" writings came across my views. A clear hope that what they meant once still clings to a hope. Of one day Paradise we will be grateful of seeing each other.
And tonight, today I look over a few poems from then. I only am going to make a new piece.
Dear friend.
Beauty is in the coolest of mornings. So much I must do but the darkest of navy beckons my eyes to remain closed. Just inhaling. Long unbound dreams, memories and thoughts tremble inside of me. So much so that I raise to sit fully alert.
Softly, inwardly I chuckle. Dear friend, of mine I smiled. Understanding I just needed those few extra seconds to bond whatever closure to the sleep held inside warm covers.
I parade myself through the darkness of the house only to find myself stubbing my toes on every corner. Just turn on a light I tell myself. Yet I do not.
Entering the kitchen the flicker of fluorescent lights blind me. Need coffee. Kuerig loaded. Hot black coffee falling into brown mug with red flower. Alert I become, just from the licorice, chocolate aroma.
Standing and waiting. Thinking and giving thanksgiving to Jehovah for giving this day. One sip. Soothed.
Coffee really is life, dear friend. Black and rich. Strong. Bliss you could say. Silence and enjoyable.
As thoughts pool in my mind I bring upon the lists I must accomplish. And dear friend, your name rushes through. I smile and keep moving. Hoping the day is a grandness for you too.
But what of the morning? The darkness is lighting, slowly. Still crisp outside and yet so beautiful in the innocence. A new day we have before us. My eyes close and another tiny whisper of hopes are given to Jehovah.
All I say is listen in the slight wind. Feel the atmosphere. Feel the sway of the startling morn. Wrap your mind around inching out of rock solid plans, then doing something just for yourself. What would it Be?
Me? A walk in the park, buy some flowers and manage to find myself knocking at the door of someone I once knew. Yet all can happen but the latter.
But today is just beginning, my dear friend. A new day to unfold whatever way we hope to. As for me, yeah, you crossed my mind and I smiled. Good memories of friendships. Since then long passed.
Here I grab my crossiant and head for steam and sweet peas. Then freckles burn but I say ah. Wonder of a morning routine in motion.
Yet today I have decided to let all be. Only plans I have made is for work and bible reading.
I am cheerful and hopeful. And dear friend, I hope the same for you. Indeed anything is possible. So shall we begin?
And tonight, today I look over a few poems from then. I only am going to make a new piece.
Dear friend.
Beauty is in the coolest of mornings. So much I must do but the darkest of navy beckons my eyes to remain closed. Just inhaling. Long unbound dreams, memories and thoughts tremble inside of me. So much so that I raise to sit fully alert.
Softly, inwardly I chuckle. Dear friend, of mine I smiled. Understanding I just needed those few extra seconds to bond whatever closure to the sleep held inside warm covers.
I parade myself through the darkness of the house only to find myself stubbing my toes on every corner. Just turn on a light I tell myself. Yet I do not.
Entering the kitchen the flicker of fluorescent lights blind me. Need coffee. Kuerig loaded. Hot black coffee falling into brown mug with red flower. Alert I become, just from the licorice, chocolate aroma.
Standing and waiting. Thinking and giving thanksgiving to Jehovah for giving this day. One sip. Soothed.
Coffee really is life, dear friend. Black and rich. Strong. Bliss you could say. Silence and enjoyable.
As thoughts pool in my mind I bring upon the lists I must accomplish. And dear friend, your name rushes through. I smile and keep moving. Hoping the day is a grandness for you too.
But what of the morning? The darkness is lighting, slowly. Still crisp outside and yet so beautiful in the innocence. A new day we have before us. My eyes close and another tiny whisper of hopes are given to Jehovah.
All I say is listen in the slight wind. Feel the atmosphere. Feel the sway of the startling morn. Wrap your mind around inching out of rock solid plans, then doing something just for yourself. What would it Be?
Me? A walk in the park, buy some flowers and manage to find myself knocking at the door of someone I once knew. Yet all can happen but the latter.
But today is just beginning, my dear friend. A new day to unfold whatever way we hope to. As for me, yeah, you crossed my mind and I smiled. Good memories of friendships. Since then long passed.
Here I grab my crossiant and head for steam and sweet peas. Then freckles burn but I say ah. Wonder of a morning routine in motion.
Yet today I have decided to let all be. Only plans I have made is for work and bible reading.
I am cheerful and hopeful. And dear friend, I hope the same for you. Indeed anything is possible. So shall we begin?
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