“Birds of a feather flock together”
The old saying goes,
But I fly solo
Not knowing where my flock lies.
Is it true we all find our flock someday?
Keep myself busy doing things I love to do,
But still go on hoping for someone
Who can see me as I am and understand
The lines between the lines.
Flying solo and doing just fine
Just hoping to find some feathers
That will lead me home.
Doorway to the unknown,
I turn the doorknob with trembling fingers,
Dreams to realize,
My heart in need of trusting,
Walking into a new life
Woven in my mind for many years,
I continue to walk,
View all that is around me,
My accomplishments, setbacks, and joys
And my spirit is renewed.
On the days when hospitality seems to be forgotten
by those I meet through out the day,
When my emotions have been covered by inches of snow
for many days, maybe more,
I go for a long walk in the park.
Birds chirping, sun shining,
I remind myself of all that is good in the world.
It is in nature where I am recharged
and am able to plug into that part of me where quiet resides.
It is then, when I can go home uncover the layers of snow,
and write of all that has been unsaid,
all that has been uncovered,
all that has been laid bare.
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Inspired by….
RDP Tuesday: Snow
Word of the day challenge : Hospitality
Searching for truth
Sweet love divine,
Searching for the spirit within
Lost and hidden
Waiting to be unearthed
I climb
In search of
“I AM”
Still feel like I’m on the platform of a train staiton,
Maybe it was genetic or maybe it was a curse given to an ancestor and passed down generation after generation . But he , like his father, could see things “abstractly” as his Dad would say. Like seeing things upside down in a crystal ball, he could see thru emotions and lies. But he saw things he didn’t want to see. The game of life did not come easy to him. Until one Friday night, when he chose to see it as a gift, to see life as a gift. After that night the world seemed different, more colorful and glorious, and he was at peace.
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Ragtime Daily Prompts: friday
Daily Writing Challenge: top photo
Friday Fictioneers: bottom above, by Jeff Arnold
fandango’s fowc : abstract
