
the daffodils’ gaze
dancing on the near-spring breeze
while the jays chatter
Pursuing Progress
the daffodils’ gaze
dancing on the near-spring breeze
while the jays chatter
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p style=”font-size:16px;”>yet I look to the future
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p style=”font-size:16px;”>I am far from done
Met a really cool guy today. A former Navy nuclear power program sailor, just like me. Though he is quite a bit younger.
Swapped stories of our respective experiences, which I enjoyed. Yet I often worry in those moments that I’ll become like the subject of Bruce Springsteen’s “Glory Days”, a relic, trapped in the past. Grave fate, for me, at least.
out into the night
a beacon on my sidewalk
crisp air reminders
star filled night
reaching heavenwards
caressing God’s face
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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Ah, the ampersand!
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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>A glorious path
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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Uniting, bringing
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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Together
so many miles
weathered and worn by life
a cold biting wind
rain induced darkness
overhead clouds bring dampness
winter’s grip still hurts