Saturday, November 30, 2013
Too forge on,
to sing a song,
to take note to what became 'Notable'
The Choir of Silence,
roared with direction,
not North or South,
know Compass ruled,
just directed with quiet repose.
To thank what became a great strength to me,
would only prove,
I am at a loss of words,
for such moments delivered love.
That presence in my life,
proved that not only 'grace' exists,
it's a Alive and a Way.
I saw it each and every day,
no ifs, ands or buts,
What an incredible example of how to move forward,
without resentment or the I should haves,
just go and know,
"You are loved too."
Once again life is no mend,
the factual basis of only pain from the begin,
retains itself in a strange sort of blend.
The on-going symptom of only done,
is the commonality of a well-strung sum.
I hope for the World a date to hold,
to keep and never feel sold,
to shield myself from what has been done,
I simply say;
"It's no fun, what has been done."