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Angels and memories 

On a warm summer scene

A borrowed open sea

Straight out of a dream

A boy and a tree

A moment of ago

Too perfect to be

Port of cares carry with thee

A piece of that memory

August Angels watching over me

Who told you owed poor ole me?

Worry not you majestic beasts

One quiet boy couldn’t bring so much need

Wonder often

Only one who sees? 

About a world owed.

World would you glide

With open arms borrowed

And worn on

A wonder and a wish?

A beautiful soul writing

A world such as this

A wobbly-eyed guy

Wrought with wordless lips

A simple gift.

Would you carry my best possible words

On Angel’s wings and

Boldly give a hug and a kiss

To both my grandmas who I dearly miss?

May they know words unspoken,

Borrowed calm owed,

God’s eternal bliss,

A wonder and a wealth.

Our courage our continuing list

Of a word for a love such as this,

Coming from a grandson

With a silent wish.

Wake my soul with wisdom inspired by the wealth of God’s quiet presence in these mountains.

When I step I have wishes granted and dreams are born.

Writing my own path I am looking towards an exciting future with adventures.

Looking on this bright horizon I am,

Wanting so rare a silent word that could say as much as today wandering on this mountain did for me.

Courage attuned and silence graciously embraced.

Real presence you quietly breathe.

When I heard Cole was flying in I seemed to look around for those promised words to occur from the moment I sleepily arrived back in Texas. When the brisk wonder of Cole would actually get here would he courageously offer his wealth of wit and humor or proudly show his strength by picking me up? 

Well when he walked out of the airport baggage claim we got a good hug but the rest could be enjoyed later. Cole and I both share a glorious sized place in our stomachs for Freebirds. We stopped,  ate, shared conversation and left in the rain for home. 

Would we welcome summers end with counting our close caught in a rain filled weekend at the lake? Wondering this I assured myself that any time spent with Cole would bring both of us lots of laughs. We did laugh and the rain stopped. 

Brothers are a gift from God woven by love and experiences.

When I saw you, embracing you with my wild eyes,

I saw elongated petals

With swimming lines

Yellow

With orange spotted pistils

While your boldness could not be ignored

You are wearing my favorite color

When I look with my other senses

I see more

I might smell your unique wonder

Feel your simple silhouette with opposing beauty

Owing nothing and yet giving so much

When I looked, I saw

 

Water gardens, quietly rushing,

Peaceful and soothing,

Washing, soul renewing,

Would you take me on your deep reward?

Where wistful warmth borrows my being?

Where skies are clear and children believing?

To my wonder, my writing, my wishful wandering,

Over the walls your water falls.

Will you please wash my burdens free?

Would you euphorically and courageously

Release all my dreams,

So I can one day breathe?

When you work on something for pleasure powerful emotions emerge when you complete that project. When working on a task for my independence I never want the memory to fade. Half hesitant lost dependence is life as I live it under my sentiments. Mirrors remind me rising height quietly mocks my newest success carelessly. Completely  capable, clearly with some challenges, I’m surrounded by love; cognitive, albeit sounding like I’m not.  All making me even more determined when life might not brazenly educate me.

Living my quite surprisingly boring life can be completely satisfying when I can see perseverance, courage and love.  It brings me one slightly loosely tied shoe closer to a life I dream will one day be my own.

When you ask me how does it feel to finally tie my shoes…

We yelled

We were elated

We went out

Celebrated

When little by little my independence becomes elevated

Looping wishes no longer feel quite so complicated

 

 

I see pleasant shining down my face

So much joy with you today

You care

Clapping

Loving me through each day

God collects little encouraging things you say

With angel’s wishes

Using your soul to wear my love

Upon my face

I smile and sing of amazing grace

The thing you caught in your

Artistic photo

Was God whispering “you will one day

Fly solo”

 

 

A minute is neither enough time, nor enough memory, to hold something in your emotions. 

Leaning on intelligence, I decided  no memory could be sweeter than today, when my sister took time to hand me the only thing living I held in my hands. 

While my love seized like a bright light on this fine moment, with more welcoming vision than I have felt, with an animal in making me quietly want to never let go…

I’ll love the memory that was made in minutes.