Wind-fire Magic
I have viewed
such magic as wind-on-fire;
Deep breathed
cool-sweet salty ocean air;
Seen yonder
majestic-eagle from above him;
Embrace-kissed
often-long delicious spirit-love;
Found solitude
within sacred nature-space comfort;
Contemplated
Benoit’s fractal geometry conclusion;
Sought peace
replace altercation of selfish-symphony;
Enjoyed summer
shade-filigree cooling silver maple tree;
Challenged-true
held beliefs to weed the garden-fresh;
Confessed-transgress
a-purpose against me God and man;
And, freed the
baby robin-caught to free-soar his domain;
Encouraged
“hopeless” afflicted-patient kind touch-smile;
Joined in
collective-communion prayer for soul-spirit peace;
Embrace! Shared!
Spread! Consumed! Sweet Love-eternal;
Beheld life sacred-born with pride in hope
satiated-song;
Cried for lost
chance of innocence for termination-evil lie;
Planted 10,000+
seedlings in honor nature future generations;
Appreciated
beauty-offered each new-dawn precious gift;
Gentle-touched
thy soft hand to love in liquid pools delight;
On humble
bended-knee prayed redemption-absolution-salvation;
Offered roof and
clothes and bread; money, too! And---Love!
Denied evil twin
step-sisters evil purpose: Fear and Worry-theft;
Sometimes? Did Good! Try Better! Demand of self---only…the Best!
Mis-judged?
Maligned? Undermined? Of no concern to me. Alas!
Played seven
decades Santa Claus intent on
purposed-Love!
Practiced? I
pray! Universal-Charity through Christian-generosity!
Never counted
shekels nor horded gold; valued only Freedom-Love!
Once saved baby
quail ensnared in roadway shoulder summer-hot tar;
Saw Good where evil shadow-hid wraithlike as
any coward-bully;
Found!? Pray I!
In me: That guy! Whose word be
sacred-bond;
And, gave back
much more than ever gifted to this unworthy soul;
Sensed
heaven-bliss within this heart near each instant time-space;
Through these many
days and years and---eon?...no
regrets lamented;
Save one?
Perhaps? To do Good---Better…always, Best! Tried I!?
Mountains! Coast! Me loves most: Father! Son! And, Holy Ghost!
Words may be
mis-construed, me intent-purpose altruistic remains;
For I have come
and am and wide-reach beyond eternal-universe;
An enigma-circle
curiosity to glimpse wild “Wind-fire Magic”;
For: I believe
enough to care and care enough to righteous-do;
Faith!
Family! Freedom! Might
just be all there really---Is!
In one eternal
instant the only mercy-blessing will be…His!
Amen!
Plus:
Day 142
Friday night hot
ham and cheese at
Hoefft’s with
Big Red and Sprite
We
lived about a mile outside the little village of Maeystown, Monroe County,
Illinois, for about a dozen years on a fabulous farm/ The old farmstead was a
mile off the county road; we had to drive through a rock bottom creek to
ingress the “estate”. The old plot was pretty run down and I had vacated the
family from a very nice place on the bluff with a pool overlooking the
Mississippi River bottoms with a view to rival any nature lover’s finest
fantasy. I took myriad shots of the fantastic sunsets from our balcony; I still
miss that vista.
My
protégé family members were not overly pleased with my latest “gypsy-blood” venture
to the “outback” adventure with “Carl-the-farmer” moving from a mansion to a
shanty! Just who did “Idiot-boy” think he was, anyway? Oliver Wendell Douglas
of “Green Acre” fame?
Anyway,
I built the clan a new house, complete with pool, in a little valley on the
northeast corner of the farm where two solid rock bottom creeks joined in
confluence; this site was only a half mile off the paved roadway.. The natives
settled in for eleven-plus years of fun and fantasy---then…”Gypsy-Carl” up and
moved to---Oregon!
Our
little village had been founded by Lady Candice’ great-great grandfather and
she still boasted myriad relatives in the area; that factoid remains incidental
to our move to the farm. Her uncle lived nearby and we were friends; we hunted
together and I helped him farm.
The
small town had a church high on the hill overlooking the berg; it sported a
tavern.
Hoefft’s
Village Inn became a favorite for our clan. Friday fish my personal delight;
the kids chose hot ham and cheese washed down with soda called Big Red and
Sprite. The “kid” in the group could never leave well-enough alone; I mixed
Big Red and Sprite together for: sparkle! Often, being busy with farm chores,
we ordered “carry-out” from Mr. Rick and dined at home.
That
“kid”-thing allowed me to teach the “real ”kids” to eat ice cream with
chocolate syrup off of a saucer, makes it more enjoyable; also, you can “lick”
the platter clean! Cuts down on dishes.
So
very blessed! I am. All my seven decades! I am un-deserving---but…I ain’t
complaining!
Never
had a plan! Just one ambition…Live! So far---70 years!…so good! Amen!
So
many people bored, lonely, afraid!? Too little time through space for any of
that nonsense.
Whatever
is---next…I’m all in! Bring it! Boys! And, Girls! Bring it! Happiness is a choice!
Let the good
times roll! (I see the dawn and hear sunrise!)
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Life’s ambition” Memories!
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