I have often wondered what makes people sum up one of Gods creations in a matter of seconds. What can you possibly learn about a person in the time it takes to blink? Many years ago my car for whatever reason, on a busy road no less, decided to stall. Had I been alone I might not have thought much of it but I had two small children in the back seat and the lane I was in happened to be smack in the middle of the road. I thought long and hard about trying to get the children to safety but with traffic as heavy as it was I dreaded what might happen. To complicate the situation the hazard lights would not come on so I couldn't give the drivers headed my way a heads up. As time went by several vehicles came up behind me and four people made contact in one form or the other. Two women; one in a suit by all appearances on her way home from work, the other in jeans and a blouse possibly headed to one of the stores in the plaza to my left. A clean cut man in a rather nice suit and a young man with shaved head and more tattoos than I could count. Keep in mind that I was wearing a blouse with dress pants, my hair was disheveled and I was (still am) completely ignorant to the complex mechanics of a motor vehicle...I would love to tell you how the story unfolds but instead I'll invite you to tell me what you think and why...if you don't wish to leave a comment feel free to send me an email.
D.V.
Every day at its beginning is great, it's up to those who live it to keep it that way...K.E. aka Deo Volente
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Oh you...
Oh you, in the stillness of vast flowing world
commanding in moment my senses to turn
to look and to listen to feel and to learn
my praise without question you've earned
much more than the twist in the scatter of words
or callous crude steps on the slightest of turn
Oh your craft is much more than this...
a blessing from God is thy gift.
it matters not slightly the curve of your face
the voice of your tongue
your fashion, your grace
these things do not count dear I say
for they do not capture thy day
Tis words formed in thought that transcended to keys
or eyes behind lens that reflect what soul sees
the reasons that bring me to call
to you they may seem rather small...
truth is they inspire us all.
Deo Volente
June 10, 2011
commanding in moment my senses to turn
to look and to listen to feel and to learn
my praise without question you've earned
much more than the twist in the scatter of words
or callous crude steps on the slightest of turn
Oh your craft is much more than this...
a blessing from God is thy gift.
it matters not slightly the curve of your face
the voice of your tongue
your fashion, your grace
these things do not count dear I say
for they do not capture thy day
Tis words formed in thought that transcended to keys
or eyes behind lens that reflect what soul sees
the reasons that bring me to call
to you they may seem rather small...
truth is they inspire us all.
Deo Volente
June 10, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Old rose
Once so vibrant, center stage
now faded by the mark of age
but wise are eyes that seek the depth
of beauty in the days now left
for old is not the mark of end
If living to life we append.
Deo Volente
June 7, 2011
now faded by the mark of age
but wise are eyes that seek the depth
of beauty in the days now left
for old is not the mark of end
If living to life we append.
Deo Volente
June 7, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Return
I’ve been away I grant you,
distant but not aloof
I know I’ve not been present
with you, by you, in truth
One could say I’ve been lurking
in shadows that were cast
Upon the walls of then and there
constructed in the past
Like whisper on the tip of tongue
from yesterdays before
A ship of thoughts that set a sail
on sea to distant shore
I would say that I’m sorry
but that would not be so
For though I have been missing
I’ve been here, don’t you know
In corners of the moments
made slowly from a walk
In footprints of the silence
where words refuse to talk
Sitting in the stillness
that comes by way of moon
And though you couldn’t see me
you knew I’d be back soon.
So hello to the chatter
that was without my voice
I smile out from this window
with joy by way of choice
I’m here in all my glory
now fresh from distant pause
I thank you so for waiting
till I returned with cause.
Deo Volente
May 31, 2011
distant but not aloof
I know I’ve not been present
with you, by you, in truth
One could say I’ve been lurking
in shadows that were cast
Upon the walls of then and there
constructed in the past
Like whisper on the tip of tongue
from yesterdays before
A ship of thoughts that set a sail
on sea to distant shore
I would say that I’m sorry
but that would not be so
For though I have been missing
I’ve been here, don’t you know
In corners of the moments
made slowly from a walk
In footprints of the silence
where words refuse to talk
Sitting in the stillness
that comes by way of moon
And though you couldn’t see me
you knew I’d be back soon.
So hello to the chatter
that was without my voice
I smile out from this window
with joy by way of choice
I’m here in all my glory
now fresh from distant pause
I thank you so for waiting
till I returned with cause.
Deo Volente
May 31, 2011
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