 It's all quiet in the neighborhood, peaceful, but, it can be... too quiet. Seasons change, time flows, the past intrudes in on the quiet, time slows... but not my memories. Memories light up my mind, like fireflies in twilight lit fields, flashing randomly... bringing happiness and sadness. Missing the touch of another, a daily occurrence, sometimes unbearable, gets no easier... but it is expected. The dimness of dawn, my eyelids squinting at another day's start that brings the same question, what is the meaning of life... will it be answered today? A good night's rest followed by a cool morning's breeze are two huge blessings, fueling those daily walks that help maintain sanity... in a crazy world. Would that I could trade most possessions in order to return to much simpler times, I would... but tis not possible. So I'll be as content as can be, in this day and time, in this place and moment, accepting it all... there's nothing more to do. I'm reminded to look upwards, not outwards, as Your divine plan overrules worldly plans... making these quiet times bearable. mAt 04/23/26 
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As this world turns,
as it goes around the Sun once more, so have I. Only with God's grace and mercy am I still circling, still floating above ground, hoping to land in front of those golden gates when my time is up or when He takes us up. Whatever He has for me to do in the time left, I am listening and watching, desiring only for Him to lead me. When we are infants we have few desires and little purpose. Being older, I also have few desires, but need more purpose. Still circling, without purpose, would have no meaning, so I eagerly accept whatever tasks He puts before me. With grace, mercy and purpose I have no other needs, Praise God! mAt 12/12/25 
 Time does fly, even without wings, it separates moments with minutes and sometimes sorrows with seconds. Life moves about like leaves in the wind. It can stop as still as a bird on a branch. It can also fall like a wave on top of our heads. We have had many quiet peace-filled times where our souls really rest and are nourished, but it's those crazy times we remember most... Why do those heartbreaking instances stay with us the longest, like losing a parent or a sibling? Try as we may to leave those occasions behind they come back, acting ghost-like, remaining ever in the back of our minds. Who we have loved, lost or retained, continues to define and refine who we are, but, it's missed opportunities that bother me. For you and I, after a dozen or so years together, you were then gone on your way, while I stayed. Then I flew away as well, along with Michelle. You worked, you learned, as did we two. Out of the nest we left, hoping for the best. Little did we know of the hardships ahead. Not long after she was gone, you returned and we worked together for some years. It was a great time of learning... However, we each had a yearning, for some thing of which we weren't quite sure, we would figure that out as we matured. After other heart breaking events, we began to experience heart mending ones, as our lives grew during those years apart. Almost 40 years have now passed, Time is still flying, fast and furiously, mixing quiet days with chaotic nights. We still long for what we cannot grasp and I regret so much time has passed with too many days spent apart. We are such a small family, but family we are. One day soon we will transition from here and we will end up there... There is where Time is no more, where tears no longer fall and old age doesn't exist. I greatly look forward to those uncountable years together, carefree they will be... and complete we will be in God's presence. -- For my brother, Mark. mAt 12/06/25  |
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