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NEVER ALONE
I shall
Gather up
All the lost souls
That wander this earth
All the ones that are alone
All the ones that are broken
All the ones that never really fitted in
I shall gather them all up
And together we shall find our homePoem written by Athey Thompson
Taken from A Little Book Of Poetry
Tales of the old forest faeries
Photograph from “Through the back door” by J Pickford and A Green
WHAT WE HOLD
grows beyond whatever
can be promised. . .I can’t aways promise
A clean extended handA cool drink for a hot dayA warm full course mealA heavy coat for winter’s coldA pair of shoes for a dimmed lit roadPromisesAre often waterless wellsEmpty pocketsHolding ChangeThat never jangled
A check written
with invisible ink
and still never given
yearn to be what is needed
and not what is thought to only be wanted
so that we can become
to each’s other
what can’t be a promised land
when sown
we forever grow together
whatever could be promised
A COMMERCIAL BREAK
Are you in need of a Commercial Break. . .
We all seem to be scrambling for
THAT
Remote Control
(not of our TV’s)
of our lives
that’ll not fast forward us through the Commercial
to get back to our regular program
but actually
S T O P
The Regular Scheduled Program
to literally give us a much needed
b r e a k
and show us
give us
not what we need to buy
b u t
WHAT WE NEED TO HAVE
(and no, it’s not a Dodge Ram Truck)
After all of the
C L O C K S
have Ticked their
T O C K S
what we need is more than a program
or a commercial can promise or give
but just the same
the seeds to our fertile fields
can be found there
in the middle of both
on our
EIGHTH DAY. . .
. . .so before your HOUR GLASS
goes Sandless
c o n s i d e r
maybe not so much how you’d spend your
E I G H T H DAY
as how you’d
INVEST IT
Just don’t put that in
Your Field
and Plant it
. . .Harvest it
and take it to
MARKET
for the Farmer in all of us
. . .it just could be
The Commercial Break
needed from this
not-so-great-regular-program