Salvation Dawm-Reach Plus Day 78

Salvation Dawn-Reach

 

 

 

Soon comes, Pray I, pale-pink resplendent-dawn clandestine-fantasy subtle

Midnight blackness abyss concedes to demon-evil dreams begging rebuttal

 

Subconscious I reach in Faith! as vestige of respite fades

Green-water deep-grave choke-suffocate its fashion parades

 

Aye! Safe-surface from the dungeon-dark yon pale light, I see

Nightmare-anger assault me spirit tether-locked as desperate be

 

Hold encouraged-tight to victor-win dream-struggle faint proud dawn

Night flees sun-promise pale-pink blush extinguish diamond star-spawn

 

Subtle brighter now I fantasy-taste of elixir freedom-breath

A slightly lighter shade-of-pale at last harbingers dark death

 

In altercation from sleep to wake blood-warmed returns

Escape the evil demon-dream true consciousness discerns

 

Horizon-line delineation distinct Salvation-hope triumph defeat

Heavy kids obfuscate slit-light to sight yellow-hint near-complete

 

One final mighty pull and kick to break at last the static surface tension

Full-lung deep breath-of-life eyes squint protect piercing bright ascension

 

Yon yellow-orb at last transgress day-night to violate abyss cerulean-blue

Vapor-wisp away evil demon-dream as embrace fresh day once again renew

 

I Thank Thee! Lord! Yet one more chance redeem such wretched soul-stained

With fresh breath-of-day invoke sin-bar value-success sacred-Salvation regained

 

Eschew temptation sin!

Again---Amen!

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Plus:

 

 

 

 

Day 78

 

As a married couple, our home

had an out-of-control furnace

 

 

Sometimes, upon reflection, I realize we had a “rough” start, although I have never thought that to be a true analysis; life has been Great! Maybe I really am too dumb to know the difference. I do believe that life is what each individual makes it. I am a believer.

So? Our first “home” was a mobile home ( Yeah! A trailer!). It was absolutely delightful. I paste-waxed the vinyl floors on my hands and knees and you had to tread lightly or chance a fractured bone. That abode was, like all our other residences---spotless!

I cannot stand things to be out of order; neither can my bride. My late friend, Michael Bradley, once inquired of me, “What is Candy like?”

And, I told him, singing her praises, allowing that I called her an angel for twenty years and then, one fine day, apologized for being wrong---She is…an angel. I allowed to Mr. Michael that she kept the house immaculate further emphasizing that if I was eating a sandwich and laid down half of it to get a drink or for some other reason, Lady Candice would clean up the “mess” and I would go hungry. That tale is not an exaggeration; I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Our little trailer had a furnace with a mind of its own which it could not make up.

One day it would be sauna-time as the furnace wanted to create a Miami climate; the next day---freezing cold…it refused to heat, at all. So much for the “perfect” environment.

But, we persevered and survived. And, I have no complaints; I lead a “blessed” life.

 

Ah! Cookie Jar “Pleasant” Sweet Memories!