[Town Heretic]

Jack knows his daddy's chin from his own
And a cat from a giraffe.

[student x]

Originally Posted by Town Heretic

As you can see that poem of sorts has already changed again...I think I mean for the thread to be relatively short, possibly poetic observations of moments in our daily lives.....

I awoke on a cool morn
and crawled outside
I stood and looked around the land
then raised my head to the sky

I began to wander
in such natural beauty
a Dogwood, an Apple tree
I'm blown away by the sights before me

I turn down a path going down
side to side so many different trees
going down to a fishing hole
a beauty forcing me to my knees

the leaves reflecting the early morning light
casting shadows and images on the water
most beautiful, tranquil and inviting
hmmm.... this place needs a photographer

I reach in my bag
and pull out a camera
taking picture after picture
giving thanks to Jehovah Jira

Spoiler

[Town Heretic]

Today they're burying a favorite cousin. When we were kids they called her Debbie, but to me she was "Bugs". She bore that typically childish expression of affection with grace and good humor. But then, she was three years older and much wiser than I could have hoped to be.

Thinking of her, I can tell you she was kind and generous, that she was good, patient and true, that her inward beauty dwarfed an outward blessing that should have sparked envy, but couldn't if you knew her.

We hadn't spoken in years. Time and life will do that. But every time her name was mentioned I had to smile and think of my friend and wish her the sort of life her heart merited. Well, life is rarely that kind, but I have to believe she found her measure of happiness. Knowing what I do about her I can't believe otherwise.

She leaves behind a loving family, both near and far.

I could say any number of things about Deb, but it wouldn't do her justice. There isn't time. So instead a simpler epitaph, the weight of which pins me to the ground today even as they lower a shadow of her into it.

I loved her, as everyone who knew her must. She will be missed.

[The Berean]

Originally Posted by PureX

Music.

There's something about listening to music that just makes my soul jump out of my body and dance around the room.

Me, too! I love to dance.

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[Psalmist]

This may seem a bit morbid and dark...

A Momentary Life

When we our oldest had passed away this past August (2012), at the visitation for Thomas as we stood there looking at our son laying motionless, there came to my mind the hymn, "Safe In The Arms Of Jesus," and I answered silently, "Yes, Lord, amen."

Thus it was settled, a "defining moment" in "A Momentary Life."