In his garden... *30 October 2015*

Rose petals scattered on the ground
In the morning breeze swirling in a colorful symphony
Of things to remember and things to forget
Who you were and who you will always be to us
A golden memory

Broken you were not meant to be
Swirl and twirl your colors in our life
let the wind restore your power
take you from us and make you whole
To be where you were meant to be



He will take you in His caring hands
Place you in his garden
A special place reserved
No darkness
Only light
A rose unlike any other in love combined

We will always see
We will always remember
Never to forget
Grow in our hearts you always will
Till we meet again in that Garden one day, someday, soon...

Previously on...

A day filled with such beauty cant be wasted. So its sunday and months since my last post but here I am back with the words and coffee to match. I love this blog, it got me through some not so nice times and helped me celebrate great times.

So what has happened since we last met up? The answer to that is a complex one which would mean a ten page essay on my life since then. How easy would it be if we could have this program that allows us to create a previously on insert filled with dramatic music and action sequences paused just at the right moment. Oh and the voice, that deep voice of the narrator painting the picture of now and then. My narrator would probably be very confused, mental almost trying to keep up.

Life is life, you either make the best of it or you don't. I have always gone on and on about choices and how todays actions can impact tomorrow and I am still on that track. People can say many things, make promises and give false hope but if you are meant to fall on your face in slow motion it will happen.

The important thing is to get back up even if your narrator loses his or her mind and recordings get stuck in one place...confused? Feel me?

Dance to the music, make your previously on worth watching. Its a journey and as long as you know where you going you will get there. Dont lose sight of your dreams, for its those special goals that makes it all worth it.

Well let me get back to my now cold coffee...chat soon.

J

The Friday Edition: Goodbye

Till we meet again it was written
with thought it was done
a promise or a saying
we never know which one

Its not easy to say goodbye
when so many memories conflict with time
the albums of days and years forever frozen and inked combined.

Its not easy to say goodbye
when days are so long on printed paper
the big blocks a reminder of the days and nights to come.

Its not easy to say goodbye
when flowers from the ground grows and with grass it spreads
a stone the memory of what once was in silence to remain.

Its never easy to say goodbye
but there is always hope of views in the future
when time allows us or simply to remember
 in a prayer

Till we meet again it was written
with thought it was done
a promise or a saying
we never know which one.

To never forget
Always remember
We are only borrowed to each other
make it count