Come Sit On The Bench With Me
The tall grass gently bows and sways with the breeze, giving the appearance of someone walking up to the bench to visit. This old bench sits in the middle of a meadow surrounded by the tender green of spring. Years have gone by since it felt the warmth of two souls...
Why Roll the Stone?
And why roll away the stone? A stone placed in front of a grave, so the dead could not escape. A stone guarded by soldiers, to insure the dead did not leave. Why roll away the stone? He could have just as easily stepped out of the backside of...
When Memory is Powerful
Walking along the water’s edge of our pond in the early morning, I allow my mind to wander where it will. Young frogs startled by my sudden presence, scream like little girls as they jump into the brownish-green waters of the pond. Quietly a memory of my sister and I,...
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