*"all you ever wanted to know about me"- a short story about Daniel

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My trail of crumbs

What to feel ,where to go
Keep it all close
To your spirit
Let it glow
Who to trust
Who to love
Its all so much to find a way through.
Time opens her wings
To allow life to soar
Farther up you get
Faster you go
more you miss
Happy isn’t as full …
when your alone
But fear not ~
Anything , anyplace anyone
The simple beauty of a moment shared
An honest touch, a feeling ,
appreciation for more than ourselves.
A memory or an act,
making a tear well.
We are all a piece
Growing into the bigger fabric
panels of the night sky
strokes of paint-
in the red desert walls.
A moment to sing along
with the birds as they depart
South for another season.
Where we are
Who we become
and how we love
As you must be true to your heart
Always follow its fingers
As it drops crumbs in many forms
onto your trail …
This is true Faith
Is the becoming ,
Uncontrollable and blessed
The reason were on route
To a pure heart, filling up
high on life's peace.

*Peace

-Ds-
12/08
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Old family Tree

There’s an old tree
Been there for all time,
roots go so deep
They hang down into the sky
Above the place
where I was born to the earth
and below Where
We all will return one day.
It shape is telling, broken and craggy
But its history more so
As I recall the stories it reveals
Seed brought here
From across seas rough and cold.
Years as many as its rings unfold
We as branches sprout and reach
Toward our loves and dreams
Watering down from heavens care.
All directions, tangled but together
And in learning they are bent
With weights of snows
Broken by winds of trials
And roots exposed by lean days
Still it stands, as we are all part
It has many scars but
Some like hearts carved in youth,
Some of lightning,
broken hearts that tear.
It also has many leaves and new growth
With blooms to share
Days unfolding us into the future
As we are carried on,
Part of the trunk
Love , a lifetime to bear.
Until the fall days when we take our turn
Falling waiting for the long winter
Frosty were held near her bosom
until we are gathered
Home at the hearth of her
warm soils that feed and nurture
The next part carries on
A tree now shaped as
A cross from age and trials
Reborn and anew
With hope.

~DJS~