A question emergesfrom the abyssof a dark mind,fear,hope, wonder, of divine’s intervention.When is the right time…to act, to speak,or to turn the other cheek?Which track am I on and did I go wrong?I hear that soundof a beautiful song, ringing in my earsas I wallow in this painof wonder,of uncertainty,of a darkness that seems like […]
Eyes,looking inmagnified reflections,of emotion and sin.A wrinkle,in time,cradles the smilewith a curve,stretching the mile.Happiness returns,as wings reappear.Laughter erupts,as bricks crumblefear,of foreseen realityso far but so near.A close shave,and a twinkle so dear,while the peace plant grows,and the sky becomes clear.Shine down, oh sun,as we bask in this cheer.
The torch is lit,activating wit,pain seeps in,as memories come clear.Signs from the air,manifest and appear,in broad daylight,so obvious and near.A magnetic force,empowers the light,guiding heart,under shadows of dark.A strength from within,as the burden gets shared,lifting weight,as fear strangles care.Push past the pain,seeing signs in all places,oh child,the way is so clear.Facing hate,acting in the moment,to
Water, crashes on a sunny shore,with reminders,of feelings once before.Thick skin,holds the pain,for rainbows, after rain.Smiling, hiding heart, broken pages, from the start.An awakening, fills the soul,feeding, true love’s goal.A painful vision, of real divine,casts a beam, on beauty and time.In light shines, as darkness fades,old wounds rise,to be cast away.
Whizzing,around,whee whee whee,are you hereor thereor maybe home bound?Missing the point, or direction,I point.A fission of dreams,formulate into being.It’s all just luck,a drop in the hat,that I wear on my head,and walk like a cat.Prowess, and poise, seeing nothing but air,I follow the wind,breathing out all my cares.Run free little mind,you’ll land somewhere,that’s sure to
11/22/2024 Earlier this week, while attending the Minnesota Groundwater Association’s annual conference, I was struck by the many ways in which groundwater can impact our lives. From drinking water, to irrigation, to calcareous fens, to Coca Cola, water flashed through my mind. I saw it being sucked like a straw through large pipes and tubes,
A mini diary of my experience working as a food aid at the Good Samaritan Society in Stillwater, MN November 9, 2023 Today was my first day training as a food aid at the Good Samaritan Society, an elder care facility. I remember my interview a couple of weeks ago, October 23rd. To be honest,
The clouds move like time,ever-changing, with wind, rain, and magnetic fields in the sky.Wrapped up,floating on a calm, sunny day,or lifted up and carried away so quickly to a new destination that time becomes a mystery after all.A mystery to us all.But knowing makes us realize we know nothing at all,or simply, that there remains
Approaching the flat horizon,vast fields surround us.The rich, malleable land, exposed by the till. A smokey cloud plumes, over the hazy view,while the April wind howls,and the land lifts skyward. Up, up, and away, goes our sweet Iowa topsoil. There goes our independence, and our future’s fortune too.
