A Strange Garment~
Judge me not by my silver hair, nor the garment I choose to wear.
Just walk the pathway to my heart and you'll find your name chiseled there.
Sad scenes of yesterday may cause frowns and tears to bare;
yet, today--in a small way, it's plain our love we unconditionally share.
You are pure gold with angel wings, and I'm sure your love will hold.
As the winds blow across our souls, some may be freezing cold.
There's no earthly purpose in your knowing of my foreign lands of old;
nor would you understand paths I've taken; yet, have never told.
Not in a million years, would you ever guess the decisions I had to make;
still, you're here, and the bond we share shall never, ever break.
Throughout the remaining years of our lives on earth, together we'll partake
of God's gifts, as we stroll along . . . and our ol' bones pop and ache.
"C'mon, Angel--God's waiting!"
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Write a poem sharing an emotional feeling about something such as: life, death, war, injustice, marriage,loneliness, loss, hope, laughter, or a subject that might not be listed. Express an emotion such as fear, anxiety, love, hate, disgust, indifference, etc. |
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Feelings
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Author Notes
Greetings, Friends! We are never more alive than when we know our end is in the hands of God. Of course, death is entwined with life, and not to embrace it is an earthly weakness. We are only really fully alive when we have opened ourselves to such an encounter. Now, we can fully acknowledge what "a strange garment" the whole business of life--the whole story that we play out for the duration--often feels like. Our garments are the roles we play, and who we really are remains in question. All the world's a stage, and all the men and women are merely players. A "SALUTE" for reading and God Bless. A special "Thank you," to avmurray for the awesome artwork.
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